Yes, I’m a fan of the show and last night’s episode (“Hands and Knees”) was entertainingly epic. In one of many delightful twists, the character Robert Pryce (“a deceptively benign-looking gentleman in tweed”) indulges in an interracial romance (this is set in circa 1964, mind you). It’s the second time the series has visited this social territory. Baby, we really have come a long way.
I’ll leave the critical reviews to others. For those interested in lively but light postmortems of the show, check in weekly with Slate.com’s stable of cheeky critics. For the more discerning connoisseur, don’t miss film critic Matt Zoller Seitz’s in-depth appraisals at the New Republic each Monday morning.
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