Masters of Sex (TV Drama) review

Director: Michael Engler
Screenwriter: Michelle Ashford, Michael Engler, Jeremy Webb
Season 2 (12 Episodes), Showtime
Starring: Michael Sheen, Lizzy Caplan, Caitlin FitzGerald and Beau Bridges

It is surprising that Michelle Ashford 'Masters of Sex' hailed as unison. In fact, the first season is a blunt history who thinks it is a lavish drama that wants to talk about sex research breakthroughs, but which in reality is dangerously close to becoming a glorified soap opera. The basic story fascinates, but an unnecessary, fluffy side story destroys what could have been a real solid works. The residual feeling is that William Masters and Virginia Johnson revolutionized sexuality studies; oddly enough; simply don’t fill an entire TV series.

It is with equal parts disappointment as amusing indulgence I note that the TV world's silliest intro now allowed to roll for another season. But that "Masters of Sex" presents itself with a risqué, ill-conceived and laughable cliché collagen - flowers opening, a woman eating apple, a train traveling through a tunnel, bread ferment in an oven, a volcanic eruption, a champagne bottle opened with a gushing explosion - says something about the show's ambitions, or lack thereof.

There are few characters I really care about in Showtime's prestige drama, as in the second season more and more beginning to resemble a conventional hospital series. Dr. William Masters sexuality study has got him fired and ridiculed at his former workplace, Washington University in St. Louis, and now he must start again from zero.

At home screaming pair Masters infant son - but the doctor just sighs painfully reminded of her own unhappy childhood. In fact, our protagonist rarely miss an opportunity to grunting openly show his dissatisfaction with his surroundings: his mother that he can not forgive, his former colleague and current mistress Virigina Johnson, his new position at Memorial Hospital as locks. Michael Sheen is a great actor, but in the "Masters of Sex" succeed even he makes me go out of my doctoral Masters fate - I just want to scream at him to sort out his father's complex and stop terrorizing his long-suffering family.

Meanwhile, Virginia Johnson, played by Lizzy Caplan, applied elsewhere. The hospital male medical profession takes liberties after her name included in the infamous sex study - they assume simply that she as a woman and sex researcher wants to sleep with everyone and everything. The only thing that really makes the series worth seeing is just Caplan brilliant insightful and refreshing role interpretation, which originates in the right in the interaction with Julianne Nicholson, as the tight doctor Lillian DePaul.

The second season is initially devoid of the exhausting camera swaths of naked women that dominated the entire first season. It is a liberating development of a series which, oddly enough, given its theme, or else had a rule to never see a buck naked man in the picture. "Masters of Sex" is simply not as progressive as it clearly believes itself to be.