The first time I watched 1923 on Paramount+, I thought I was settling in for a quiet Western—a period drama dusted in nostalgia and grit. A spinoff of Yellowstone, sure, but maybe something slower, softer, something I could half-watch while the noise of the world buzzed behind me.
Instead, it exploded in my consciousness like a live gr…
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