Um, yeah. Me too, Mr. President.
Well, that fell off a cliff into the Abyss of Cliché very quickly!
This resembles the script:
Predictable dialogue, situations we’ve seen before, and who the hell really thought he …
… a drug-dealing entitled spoiled brat, would look after his sister?
And then to really stab the episode to death …
… they insert a stupid fucking song over the President’s second visit, turning the area into a music video!
Did anyone stop to think about how damned sobering it would have been without any music whatsoever? How the crunch of walked-over wreckage and the sound of digging would have gripped the attention of viewers? It’s a vast graveyard, not a damned party!
The only thing that kept me watching was the movie-quality performance of Sutherland.
The script was tempting me to otherwise abandon the series already.
Let’s see what episode 3 brings.