I am going to tell you now that we have NOTHING nice to say about Love In The Time of Corona. Do we understand that the show is meant to give hope? Sure. But like, NO. We’re living in the pandemic and this show is the definition of too mutha fuckin soon.
“James and Sade, a married couple who have been living somewhat separate lives, are forced back under the same roof after the pandemic puts James’ work travel to a halt. With headlines mounting, they begin to reevaluate their family’s priorities. Roommates Oscar and Elle’s mostly platonic friendship becomes increasingly complicated with the uncertainty of the pandemic as they wonder if they can find love under one roof.
Paul and Sarah put up a “happy couple” facade for their daughter Sophie’s sake when the pandemic sends her home from college, although unbeknownst to her, they have separated. Nanda, a headstrong woman whose husband is unable to return home from his rehab facility, is determined to celebrate her fiftieth wedding anniversary.
Like, we get it Freeform, make your money. No one is saying that is a bad thing. We respect the hustle. But read the world dude, this is like a cold or allergies in this time.
No one wants them.
The key art was released for the travesty and well – we’re showing it to you just so we can complain about how this is the definition of too soon.
Shit just pissed me off.
The new series stars Leslie Odom Jr. (“Hamilton”) as James, Nicolette Robinson (“The Affair”) as Sade, Tommy Dorfman (“13 Reasons Why”) as Oscar, Rainey Qualley (“Mad Men”) as Elle, Gil Bellows (“Patriot”) as Paul, Rya Kihlstedt (“One Mississippi”) as Sarah, Ava Bellows (“This Too Shall Pass”) as Sophie and L. Scott Caldwell (“Lost”) as Nanda.
This special two-night limited event, beginning SATURDAY, AUG. 22, at 8 p.m. EST/PST and continuing SUNDAY, AUG. 23, at 8 p.m. EST/PST. Watch it if you want to be reminded of what won’t happen for you and you know – that we’re all in the middle of a fuckin’ pandemic.
