Last winter I was hooked on the Telemundo telenovela based on Celia Cruz’ life.
80+ episodes of that. It was entertaining right up until the switched her for the middle aged actress.
The last twenty or so episodes were torture, but by then I had been invested to the tune of 50-something episodes.
It was so bad… so bad. I collapsed in relief when it was over, and marveled at a production company’s ability to commit 80+ episodes of that glossed over drivel, and then was ALL of its energy in the last third.
I have, however, been singing “Amame” by Carolina Gaitan under my breath for the last year.