A Star is Born
We're hate-watching a show on Netflix called The Beast In Me.
Everyone involved in the show mailed it in--writers, directors, producers. The actors, too.
Well, except for one striking example.
"What that episode needed was more Steve," I said.
"They're giving him less and less screen time," C said.
"He's the only one doing his job. They're really handcuffing him with the script. I mean, he barked when the bad guy came in, so he's suddenly not going to know he's behind a door? He can smell him! Why isn't he barking?"
"There's no chance he doesn't smell him," C said.
"It's embarrassing that he's having to do this lowbrow show, but actors have to work. I bet he looks at this garbage script, puts his paws over his eyes, and does everything in one take. He's the only professional in the entire series."
"Has he been in anything else?"
"I don't know. I wonder if he has an IMDb page."
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