Preparing for the worst, I expected a low production quality, C-class acting and a story held together by paperclips and duct tape. A couple beers might take the edge off, so my roommate and I made the best of the telenovela to come. To his misfortune, no subtitles. Brace yourself.
The spectacle that followed could be described as a low-grade, soft-core porno dubbed with music from Who Wants to be a Millionaire, laced with blatant boob-bias that made any onlooker's jaw drop to the floor.
Once we realized a show was taking place behind the montage of silicon and bronzed, busting flesh (seriously, at one point a side-boob shot was literally half the screen), the protagonist appeared and the looming issue was soon apparent. Her breast size was probably a third of every other female on screen.
What a way to begin a show. The director obviously was trying to engrain the small-boob complex into the mind of every viewer in the first 5 minutes. And the first two episodes were an orgy full. It honestly made it hard to concentrate on the dialogue.
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