They just don’t make television mini-series like this anymore. The cardboard acting, the cheesy montages. The soap style writing. And spread out over 41 days.
It comes to my attention because years back, I was invited by a girl to come over to “hang out” and watch a movie. This obviously translated into “come over and let’s eventually play ‘model-creepy photographer’.
She popped this shit in, and two days later, and 52 vhs cassettes later, I was with eyes bleeding from not blinking, seriously affected.
More mozzarella cheese than a Pizza Hut factory.
And at one point, I was in my boxers screaming at this poor girl because we couldn’t find cassette 37.
God Bless the “michelles”.