9.17.2007
Ode to Sunday Night HBO
I've been a holdout, refusing to give in to conventional wisdom and concede that HBO is over. However, after last night, I've grabbed my hammer and nail. The coffin that is HBO Sunday Night is coming along quite nicely.
Tell Me You Love Me (Sun. 9pm EST.)
As with every new HBO show, I'm giving it a shot. Even though I saw the previews and caught the blatant Sopranos-inspired therapeutic theme, I figured there had to be som
The root cause behind this boredom is the fact that I loathe these characters. All of them. Every scene is a depressing look at domestic life at various stages. There is no happiness here. There are no lighthearted scenes filled with loving banter and knowing glances that help character development. Every scene is a downer filled with whiny people. Any good drama would intersperse these tension-filled moments strategically, enhancing their impact as they develop. What this show does is bludgeon you over the head with whiny, depressing situations...over and over again.
Again, I enjoy high drama when done right. There is some realism to these couples and the inner workings of real relationships. The key for the show is to juxtapose their issues with other aspects of their lives. The viewer has nothing to contrast these characters with. As it is, we're left with comparing how the couples handled one argument over the last.
Which brings me back to the sex scenes. Since we have no emotional interest in these characters and know nothing of them other than their problems, the steamy scenes feel out of place. And sure, there may be a bit more nudity, but come on, we all have the internet. Nothing new here.
Perhaps these scenes are meant to be cold and lifeless to reflect the overall health of their relationships. If so, mission accomplished. But it's leaving the viewer bored.
Curb Your Enthusiasm (Sun. 10pm EST.)
After two episodes into the new season, I'm already afflicated with the same concerns I had with last season: the notion that I've seen this before.
The situations may not be exactly the same, but it's hard to not to get that deja-vu feeling. That Larry, at it again! I hate to bring out the f-word here, but Curb Your Enthusiasm is feeling forced.
I remain a humble servant of all things Larry David, so I will continue to tune in. I am just hoping for more. I know the newness of the premise is long gone, but there has to be something better than getting laughs out of innuendos and misconceived ideas that lead to uproarious misunderstandings. If I wanted that, I'd fall back to the masterful duelings of Jack Tripper and Mr. Roper.
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