This had the potential to be a really great story, but it was so much work to get thru, it was kind of like trying to run in a lake - just treading water - when it could have been more focused and less ambiguous to let me be invested.

I was so interested in the concept of Hollywood and “enemy aliens” from other countries in the US during WW2 but the way this unfolded was just so unfocused, and overly done. It would start to tell a little of the story - enough for me to get interested - and then do a massive rabbit trail of a random character’s backstory, side story, future story, etc. and do it in a poetic and philosophical way that was just work to read. It didn’t lend to the story, just drew it out and was distracting so that when we finally got back to it I had to then work to get my bearings back on where I was at again.