If Graves were a one-man show starring Nick Nolte it might be okay; Nolte's demeanor and delivery are, perhaps, not so much entertaining as fascinating.
Unfortunately, the rest of this dud acts an albatross around Nolte's neck. A ridiculous plot and tortured writing combine with an amateurish cast who have the acting chops of a community theater troupe.
The show ultimately tries to bank on the novelty of a revolving door of cameos by also-ran, real-life politicians like Michael Steele and Rudy Giuliani who deliver their lines - no matter what those lines are - with permanent rictus grins etched into their faces. They are apparently just so delighted to have been asked to appear on an Epix TV serial that they can't stop smiling and the show's producers don't care enough to ask them to desist.
Unfortunately, the rest of this dud acts an albatross around Nolte's neck. A ridiculous plot and tortured writing combine with an amateurish cast who have the acting chops of a community theater troupe.
The show ultimately tries to bank on the novelty of a revolving door of cameos by also-ran, real-life politicians like Michael Steele and Rudy Giuliani who deliver their lines - no matter what those lines are - with permanent rictus grins etched into their faces. They are apparently just so delighted to have been asked to appear on an Epix TV serial that they can't stop smiling and the show's producers don't care enough to ask them to desist.