[MD: This video replaces another trailer that was pulled from YouTube. I also recommend: Tell Me You Love: Puppet Remix]
Last night after watching The Lady In The Water on HBO on Demand, AH and I decided to demand the first episode of the new HBO original series, Tell Me You Love Me. We had heard mixed reviews. KC had been bored by it, while NF could not believe the genitalia was largely prosthetic.
After the second sex scene (not counting an under-the-covers solo masturbation sequence), first counseling sequence and third therapy dialectic (a.k.a. 15-20 minutes into the show), I turn to AH and say "This is like the worst parts of a relationship compressed into a horrible hour-long show." He is liking the show more and says "I think this show is geared towards the woman who feels as though she can't get her husband to talk about issues in the relationship: She can tell him about the sex to get him to watch and then she can use the drama to get him to discuss their problems or suggest attending therapy."
I pause for a second, awed by his insight.
"So the show is basically a Venus flytrap? You lure men in with promises of sex and then force them into an hour of talking-about-feelings?"
He smiles and nods slyly. I shudder, having just been tricked the same way.
<<vulgar words below the jump>>
Ten minutes later I'm fighting the urge to vomit as a woman who's struggling to conceive gives her husband a mechanical hand job and then stares at the mess on her fingers as though trying to determine if the fault is in her uterus or in his seed.
We then cut to the couple's therapist speaking to a woman whose husband won't fuck her. The husband won't attend therapy and we learn the wife can't orgasm and never masturbates.
Seniors kiss. And then it ends.
An hour-long joyless Shortbus. Sundays at 9 on HBO.
I think the only comment to be made here is why in gods name were you watching "lady in the water." is this what happens when people get into relationships? dear me.
Posted by: ht | September 18, 2007 at 10:58 AM