Should that fate befall you, you’ll have Katherine Heigl and Sarah Chalke to thank. Watch one episode, roll your eyes, grimace, and settle in for another emerge 10 hours later, blinking and baffled into the light of a new day. Full of contradictions, structured with all the soundness of a Jenga tower but anchored by two good (one of them very, very good) performances, it’s the kind of series made for Netflix’s autoplay feature. In fact, if I might add another word, it’s eminently watchable bullshit. “Firefly Lane,” an adaptation of Kristin Hannah’s novel of the same name, is bullshit.
This writer, on the other hand, would beg to add an adjective. Unlike Kate, Tully would be lying-she’s really a slow-smile-“family” type deep down.
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