As someone old enough to actual 1970s television I can attest this looks and feels nothing like the real thing but what the hell, it's decent enough cheesy playacting fun. Just don't go in expecting Ghostwatch--and if you're my age, don't reflect too much on how good an accomplished horror-spin on Tom Snyder's Tomorrow Show could've been--and you probably won't be too disappointed.
The cut from Lily Chin's raw, searing grief to Ron Ebens whining about not having any blankets in his cell, during the one and only night he spent in jail for beating Vincent Chin to death, says it all. Don't worry, though, Ebens and his stepson don't have a racist bone in their bodies. Just ask their white families, white friends and white coworkers, who are frankly sick and tired of this whole premeditated-white-supremacist-murder thing being blown so out of…
