When I told my mother I was going to the premiere of Dallas she expressed her jealousy via text and told me in all caps (I always assume people are yelling at me when they type in all caps) that she “LOVED THE 1980s SERIES.” It was a Friday night staple. She claimed people even stayed home to watch it. Staying home on a Friday night to watch TV? And they think our generation has an issue.
So I grabbed a friend, whose mother literally screamed with excitement through the phone at the mere mention of Dallas, and headed to the historic Texas Theatre. Needless to say our expectations were out the roof after the all-caps texts and screams from our mothers, and perhaps those expectations were a little too high. Dallas, while not a bad show, in no way rose to the hype.