|Rolling along on Fifth Avenue, Credit: Leah via Drew, our secret agent in London.|
On the same day the Television Critics voted "Masters of Sex" the No. 2 top new show of the fall season, this lovely double-decker bus rolled down Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, proclaiming "Do it. For science." It must be great to be a tourist in New York.
Meanwhile, the Cleveland Plain Dealer selected "Masters of Sex" as the best new drama for this season. Says the P-D:
It's no shock, therefore, that cable might again have the best new series of the fall. Prepare yourself for "Masters of Sex," the splendidly acted 12-episode period drama that Showtime will premiere at 10 p.m. Sunday, Sept. 29. It's edgy. It's out there (way out there). It tackles a blistering range of taboo subjects. And it's funny -- very, very funny (funnier, in fact, than most of the fall's new comedies). As the title suggests, there's a lot of sex in "Masters of Sex," but, behind the racy material and all the laughs, there's a fascinating exploration of two intriguing characters: those pioneering researchers of human sexuality, William Masters and Virginia Johnson (winningly played by Michael Sheen and Lizzy Caplan). It's obviously not meant for a mainstream audience, yet "Masters of Sex" may establish the one-time also-ran Showtime as the leader in cable's incredibly competitive quality race. The premium channel already has last year's Emmy winner for best drama, "Homeland," which sets up the "Masters of Sex" premiere, beginning its third season at 9 p.m. Sept. 29.
Showtime’s scintillating new series takes a long, hard look at the doctors who first probed the subject and set a sexual revolution in motion. Part , part , the adaptation of Thomas Maier’s popular biography follows William Masters (Michael Sheen) and Virginia Johnson (Lizzy Caplan) as they go from brothel to bedroom to hospital room, trying to make sense of human desire in the squeakyclean 1950s. Sure, there are enough copulating couples, vibrators, and adventures in oral sex both on and off the exam table to fully satisfy, but the real sexual energy comes from the restrained, cerebral chemistry between Sheen and Caplan. Will they? Won’t they? History says they will, but, in the meantime, we’ll enjoy every moment of charged intellectual repartee.
Inside NYC subway. Credit: Taylor Maier, Manhattan spy.