I think this is a new genre that they're all sort of working their way through it and haven't got all the kinks worked out yet but it's a genre that works for me.

In truth, there is barely enough story here to make a film.

A clunky actioner with a handful of cool moments.

The movie turns out to be a little better than the average. Starting from a romantic formula often seen in the cinema, it ends in the most predictable (and somewhat bland) way.

This show is indescribably delicious! Lizzy Caplan and Michael Sheen are fabulous - really, EVERYONE in the cast is perfectly fabulous, and the writers ROCK!!! Nuance perfected. Social significance unprecedented. Universal. Diverse. Raw. Honest. Subtly gut-wrenching. Nothing is included that doesn't need to be there, and nothing is overlooked that is worth coming back to. For anyone reading this review, if you haven't seen this show, savor it, it's too good to binge-watch. It's so hard to wait between seasons, but always worth it. I hope this series lasts for many years, I hope the actors enjoy these roles and continue to give us these provocative stories for a long time!

Once I understood that the actual storyline was not factual I could no longer overlook my nausea at the images of Mrs. Johnson's sexual interaction with the totally disgusting Dr. Masters. The whole thing from that point on began to seem pointless. His marriage in reality was, in fact, different from what was portrayed in the series. They had children . . . so what was the point? As fiction, this seemed simply silly meandering. I stopped after fast-forwarding through much of the second half of the season (1). Michael Sheen did too good a job of being a horridly little hypocrite and Lizzy Caplan too good a job of being a capable, smart woman for the coming together of the two to be anything but disgusting. E e e e w w w w . . . . i c k . . .

What they have spent nearly 24 hours on so far could have easily been done in 6. Preachy, dull, dragging and clinical with some side sex and so called characters thrown in like extender in cheap hamburger. Most of the so called sex scenes are reasonably tasteful but in the end repetitive and tiresome for the most part.I have seen Lizzie Caplan nude so many times in various positions I wanted to offer her 50 cents to just keep her clothes on for awhile. Oh, it's filled with countless clichés from the open credits on. They feature a bewildering array of symbols including a hand stroking a cucumber, a volcano and the Washington Monument. Was this supposed to be clever? About as clever as being hit over the head with a bat. Yeah, it's about gonads. We get it.The one bright spot is Nick D'Agosto as Dr. Ethan Haas. His performance is outstanding even though they dragged him through a gratuitous sex scene that we've all seen filmed dozens of times. Same scene, different breasts. (He said his father was uncomfortable with it. I don't blame him. I hope he apologized.) How far will they go with this mess? There is actually a scene of sex in the back seat of a car at night. Lit up be a neon sign of a hot dog in a bun. God help us all. And they think this is art?

Though it tries your patience at times, this series is still worth a viewing. A fascinating character study that finds new ways to deal with sex, longing, jealousies, and all the subtleties of love. Michael Sheen and Lizzy Caplan are riveting. Dealing with sex from such a clinical perspective is like a new toy for the writers, and they've found places to bring these characters I have never seen before. Nuanced and seductive, it captures details of the era seldom seen on television. For someone born thirty years after the era, it is the closest thing to being there, at first portraying the era as a more innocent time, then gently plumbing the depths of the characters to show that all is not what it seems. This is not the Wonder Years. Highly recommended.