Woof. Taylor Sheridan’s writing is only as good as the director he’s working with.
Finally. Fucking finally.
Leave it to my favorite living director and one of the greatest actors to ever do the damn thing to make me feel sorry for such a fussy little brat...and then turn the whole thing on its head. Just when you get a grip on where it's going, PTA pulls the rug out from under you, and where do you end up? Meeting a boy-doctor in a puddle of sweat, mushrooms on your breath, hazily hollering at…