I still can’t decide if it’s a good show or not, but I like it. I watched two episodes back to back last night because I’d forgotten it was on (not a good sign) but squealed with delight over and over while watching (a good sign).
I think, to Alan Ball’s credit, he’s managed to capture exactly in TV form trashy beach reading. I watch that show, I wish it could go on a little longer, but when it’s over, I’m not mulling over themes or symbolism or anything.
I am, though, I must say, delighted beyond words to see the return of chest hair to television. Not that I’m kicking anyone out of bed, mind you, but whew fan myself and call me sugar, chest hair just says to me “I have testosterone throbbing through my strong limbs. Do you mind if I scoop you close in and breathe in the luxurious scent of your hair and then kiss you right where you neck gives way to your shoulder?”
Edited to add: “your neck” Apparently chest hair’s first language is not English.