They had the skill. They had the cred and the time and resources and, yet, what they have produced is so pube-straightingly, joint-invertingly, ghastly terrible you will not stop removing your eyes to check if they’re still working properly from the time it starts to its thankful finish.
Do you like long walks on the beach and a nice glass of merlot on rainswept evenings when the only one who could possibly save the world is Matthew McConaughey? If so, let’s Netflix and chill.
Choosing something to watch off Netflix streaming isn’t as simple as winning one’s independence from the British. It takes time, concentration, and eyeballs—not just the whites, but the yolks as well.