Call it “not doing my homework” or being mildly oblivious and overly busy, but I walked into Motor City not knowing it had a crazy gimmick. I knew that it was a revenge-action soap opera starring the endlessly endearing man-mountain Alan Ritchson. I did not know it was dialogue-free (or insanely close to it). In a way, this was a great test to see if the central conceit felt forced or seemed natural and cool. “Hey wait a minute,” I thought after…
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