Television critic Glenn Garvin takes a look at the sex-driven Gregg Araki Starz show, Now Apocalypse:
My parents used to say time passed at light speed between Sands of Iwo Jima and M*A*S*H. I don’t think I fully understood them until seeing Starz’ new comedy Now Apocalypse and recalling its putative ancestor Sex and the City. The moderate promiscuity of Carrie and Samantha seems like Cub Scout show-and-tell compared to what goes on among the randy millennial slackers of Now Apocalypse.
Anilingual sex! Robot sex! Reptilian space-alien sex! A polyamorous antifa warrior bows out of the middle of a three-way with the apologetic explanation that, “I’m meeting up with my boyfriends and we’re setting Bank of America on fire.” And an internet-assisted back-alley encounter is interrupted when one of the participants declares that “hook-ups make me feel gross and pagan,” and proposes an alternative: “Handjobs only?”
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