Sex/Life review – they’re coming in their droves … and not for the dialogue

This hot and heavy shagathon has raced to the top of Netflix charts, despite its plot being sparse and almost criminally silly. Wonder why

To paraphrase the ever relevant Mrs Merton: what first attracted viewers to the sex-strewn, nudity-heavy saucefest Sex/Life (Netflix)? The show, an adaptation of BB Easton’s novel 44 Chapters About 4 Men, shot to the top of Netflix’s Top 10 when it was released last week. Call me suspicious, but after sitting through eight episodes of shagging strung together with the occasional splash of melodrama, I don’t think it’s the dialogue that has people streaming it in their droves.

Sarah Shahi is Billie Connelly (and if this doesn’t make you consider an alternative version with a dishevelled Scottish comedian as the lead, you are a better person than me), a thirtysomething woman with two small children, who lives in a big house in the suburbs with her Ken-doll husband, Cooper. Cooper has the sort of vague TV business job that means he goes to meetings, seems tired and wears a suit. Every interior, from penthouse to mansion to restaurant to “small” apartment, looks like the lobby of an upmarket hotel; every hairstyle is coiffured and sprayed solid to within an inch of its follicles.

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from The Guardian https://ift.tt/2UWpvsh