VH1's TLC Biopic is EVERYTHING
Why? Um...because it looks like a sensationalistic piece of comfort TV that I will consume with relish.
And thanks to the recently released "supertrailer," my excitement has tripled in intensity. Where in God's name did they find that Clive Davis doppelganger (at the 1:20 mark)? Brilliant.
Thank you, cable gods, for enabling my addiction to riding the 90s Nostalgia train for all its worth. Feel free to produce The Ace of Base Chronicles or The Real Real McCoy Story. I will gladly serve as a consultant if need be.
TLC's CrazySexyCool is one of the definitive albums of the 1990s and one of the first CDs I had purchased with my own money (shout out to Nobody Beats The Wiz on Central Avenue in Yonkers!). Everything about it brings me back to high school (the dances, the Discman sessions on the bus rides home), and I cannot wait to relive every flannel-shirt-and-baggy-jeans moment next week.
Forget Dreamgirls. This be some good shit right here: