A five year old Brenda bonds with the original K.I.T.T.

And now, another "Email Exchange" special from Brenda and Laura, this time covering the highlights of the highlights from NBC's Knight Rider tv movie.

These are always more interesting than real reviews, right?

Laura: So, is it wrong that I would actually watch this show if it went to series?

Brenda: I actually had a cigarette after the opening credits. They could've just played that over and over for two hours.

Let's start by saying this: Is this the worst thing I've ever seen in my life? No. It is not. Because I've seen Meet Joe Black, and that was a far worse waste of my time than any one of the three Star Wars prequels. (Any time Brad Pitt getting hit by a car is the highlight of your movie, AND it happens within the first twenty minutes of the film, you should know you're in trouble.)

I'm here to warn you about Tin Man. It comes out on DVD on March 11th, and if there's one thing I can impart to you in this review, it's that you should not pay money to rent it or buy it. If you missed the original airing and the re-broadcast on the Sci Fi channel, you lucked out. That's six hours of your time that you probably spent doing any manner of things more important than watching possibly the worst miniseries in television history. At one point in this thing, I actually thought that Richard Dreyfuss probably saw what was happening around him and DEMANDED that his character be killed in the second act. (SPOILER!)

I've been trying in vain for weeks to figure out how best to impart to you, devoted readers, just how much of a travesty Tin Man is, and why you should avoid it all costs. But I realized only lately that mere words alone cannot convey to you how I feel. I've decided that frame grabs, or screen captures, are the best medium to relay this story, this story of time and money badly spent -- and it's not just because I only now figured out how to use the "Print Screen" button. Honest.

The story opens with D.G. -- no last name given -- a motorcycle riding, college dropout who's waitressing at a local greasy spoon. Begin gratuitous wink-wink-nudge-nudge references to The Wizard of Oz: