Wow, that sucked.

If you gave me an hour to write a script about a therapist and three couples with sexual issues, I still wouldn’t resort to the human snooze buttons this show earnestly pushes. It’s like an ant farm, but instead of sand, these characters carve little grottoes out of their own abundant smugness.

And that’s just the cold side of this McZLT. The “hot” side is the closest thing to porn that HBO has ever done. Like porn, the camera pulls in uncomfortably close. And like bad porn, it’s disengaged and dull.

If I need more genitalia mixed with cheap melodrama I’ll rest my balls between pages 174 and 175 of The Thorn Birds.