I finally made myself watch the pilot and first episode. No more.
When I was in college, Dallas was a popular show, a bit of a cultural event. So much so that friends on my hall would gather in dorm rooms and lounges to watch weekly episodes before we would scatter across campus (or, more often, move in big clumps to the same destinations) for social activities.
What was the appeal? I can’t remember.
Watching two hours of the new version of the series revealed some familiar, if aging, faces and locations and reminded me of the trite dialogue spoken by cardboard characters drawn in stark black or white.
The theme song made me smile a little, but in the final analysis, the only difference between Dallas and various daytime soaps (that also don’t engage me) is the production budget and the lighting.
That’s not enough to make me a viewer.