A gift to the world if television plays the standard quarantining roles of whisking away boredom or glazing the room with adventurous background noise. Except for Hap and Leonard’s diluted water ending. Closure wasted; plot teased then tasteless; a sad farewell instead of a monumental example of southern fried greatness. 9/10
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Willem Indigo
I spend substantial efforts diving into the unexplainable, the strange, and the bewilderingly blasphamous from a wry me, but it's a cold chaotic universe behind these eyes and at times, far beyond. I am Willem Indigo: where you wanna go?
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