I am hooked on the new HBO series Tell Me You Love Me. It centres on three struggling couples and a handsome white-haired sex therapist with her own marital issues.
There is a ton of hardcore, zoom-in on the slapping balls sex scenes and it's great, right, because there's a script (as opposed to regular porn where there's just a bad porn soundtrack and lots of fake moaning that your neighbours can totally hear and judge you for). And I love that it realistically portrays the anxieties and butting heads (along with hips) of a couple going through fertility issues.
So why must I avert my eyes every episode?
The old-people sex. I never knew I was biased against old people (okay, I knew it. Sometimes really old, shaky, sour-breathed folk freak me out) but I can NOT handle the French-kissing, fondling, bare-butted boning that happens between the sex therapist and her husband. Not withstanding the fact that they look like Sears catalogue models with their matching full heads of silver hair and perfectly white teeth, I just really get wigged out seeing an old dude's butt pumping as he thrusts himself deep into a woman who might have been a war bride.
I know we all age, and yes, the old actor David Selby has an unnervingly sculpted ass, but seriously. Shudder. Ugh.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Grandma Gets Down
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I've officially lost interest in the show. I'm all for the combination of sex and an actual script, but I need for that script to go somewhere. I feel as if I'm watching the dramatization of a psych study, which would be fine if I also didn't think that the Psych study comes to a final verdict of "inconclusive." I just don't see how this "ends," especially since it's definitely being canceled.
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