The funny thing about Storm of the Century is that most people remember the wrong parts. They remember Andre Linoge (Colm Feore) and the cane. They remember, "Give me what I want, and I'll go away." They even remember the snowstorm burying Little Tall Island under what looks like enough snow to shut down New England until Easter. Fair enough, since that's the stuff that winds up on the poster. What gets forgotten is that the miniseries spends most of its time watching ordinary people slowly talk themselves into disaster.

Most people scrolling through Robert Redford’s filmography probably pause at Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, nod respectfully at All the President's Men, maybe throw The Sting on during a lazy Sunday afternoon, then completely glide past The Great Waldo Pepper like it does not exist. Which is understandable, honestly. The title sounds less like an action movie and more like somebody’s uncle who owns a corner store and complains about parking meters. Nothing about it prepares you for Redford dangling thousands of feet in the air inside airplanes that look assembled from spare parts and blind optimism.