Up Yours, PBS
PBS. Masterpiece Classics. Harmless, right?
Within five minutes, there was a graphic massacre that would have made Quentin Tarantino proud.
I spent the next 15 minutes calming an overstimulated 3 year-old and, in the oddest turn of events in some time, telling a screaming toddler that he most certainly cannot watch "Masterpiece show with the blood and the 'fire!' and the 'BLAAAAMB.'"
That said, after I got him to bed, I watched the rest of the show. Good stuff, save Padma Lakshmi's "acting."