To be honest, this felt like I was watching a high school film project. The script felt forced down my throat sometimes, almost being fed a social agenda. Thatcher felt too robotic at times, in ways that hurt her acting substantially. Jack quaid however played the character of jack quaid! But that damn smirk.
I can observe and enjoy the 1970s inspiration and musical romance of this piece. It was aesthetic and reminiscent of an ideal, painted life. But for…
