For the most part, I was entertained and amused by the first season of Tulsa King – the Sylvester Stallone crime drama that's either the worst or the best TV show ever made.
I'd describe the series like a lunch in a neighborhood diner or deli – good tuna sandwich television and bad steamed cabbage streaming services, wrapped up in a blinking cathode burrito, improperly fixed on the $14.99-priced menu.
While my lame style, fracturing comparison, and elegantly wasted bravado might make you properly wince, Tulsa King is like that: an absolute extreme of both indicators, good and bad.
