Thank goodness Netflix prepared us to binge-watch eight or ten hours of bad actors mumbling dim lines about unlikely events.
It makes it a breeze to choke down a daily dose of the Johnny Depp - Amber Heard bouts.
A complete cast of hangers-on and enablers encircles them, a fantasy world of teacup doggies, penthouses, 40 cars, broken cabinets, secret tapings, drunken e-mails, an island and ... a horse.
MMA and Wrestlemania, go fish. Ditto Bridgerton.
After a nasty divorce comes a public round of you bastard, you bitch. Who shit the bed?
Will we ever again watch a Bravo Housewife throw a wine glass or tip a table and think: "Wow"?
I doubt it.
How did Depp and Heard find their wildly odd lawyers?
Central casting?
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