Now, I don't mean to be rude, because obviously a lot of work went into creating this drab mini-series, but I pretty much found the entire thing to be sleep-inducing. I mean, even just thinking about it right now makes me sleepy...
Oh, sorry. I must have dozed off there (Editor's note: This is not actually a picture of me).
In fact, aside from the amazing cinematography, the only reason to endure the torture that was this neverending show was Guy Pearce.
But even that wasn't enough to keep me or my dad awake. (Editor's note: This is not actually a picture of my father).
Still, Guy did have his shirt off quite a bit, which is lovely and easy on the eyes.
But even my niece could be found snoring (Editor's note: This is not actually a picture of my niece, nor did we torture her by making her watch this show).
Yes, Guy, you did help break up the monotony of drab clothing, boring story lines, and a predictable ending.
But I'm afraid even my dog wanted to change the channel and nap (Editor's note: I do not actually have a dog).
By the end of the long and drawn out five hours, even my kitten's toy was sleeping (Editor's note: I do not actually have a kitten). In conclusion, zzzzzzzz.