
HBO’s
Tell Me You Love Me is a difficult show to recommend, but that’s not an indictment of its quality. The series debuted last September, alongside the sixth season of
Curb Your Enthusiasm – a programming move that likely hurt both series; it’d be similar to pairing
CSI with
Three’s Company. (Maybe that’s not the best analogy, but you get the idea.) Months before its premiere, the show earned a notorious reputation for its explicit sex scenes. So pervasive was the stigma that many probably tuned in expecting a
Red Shoe Diaries type of affair. Those “many” were probably disappointed by its raw approach to – let’s call a spade a spade –
fucking, as well as shaken by the complexity of emotions on display.
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