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Originally Posted by DiapDealer
I watched the first season of Evil A long time ago (on Netflix or something) and have been watching seasons 2 & 3 on Paramount+. The sudden and drastic up-tick in sex and profanity tells me S3 is streaming only. That's annoying enough (I'm not a prude: I just like a consistent production), but what really drives me bonkers in this show is Kristen Bouchard's four daughters constantly screaming at the same time as each other. Whoever thought that was a good idea needs to be taken out and flogged!
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Mr. Hitch has
refused to continue watching it for that identical reason. (He also turns off
The Conjuring, the first movie and the second, for that matter, for the same reason. People who have NOT been raised around a pack of nearly feral girls (or in a girl's boarding school, cough), will not be amused.
OTOH,
I agree that the Laurell-K-Hamilton-ing of
Evil (sex more than anything else) is really...tedious. I loathe sex-in-lieu-of-plot; it's why I stopped watching GOT (do I really need to watch a gynecological exam once a week? And if "honest nudity" is
so effing important to "understanding" the plot,
howcum the boy bits are always covered up, eh?)
It's infuriating that American TV producers (and to some extent, movie-makers)have learnt that they can save themselves writing costs, etc. on an ongoing basis by appealing to the prurient aspects of viewers' tastes. Me? I WANT PLOT. I don't need to see knocking boots. Been there, done that, more than once. My imagination hasn't yet died off, either. I mean, what, are we all involuntary celibates, that we need to see two characters having sex, because our brains are so depleted that--
gasp--we can't imagine it?! One has to wonder how we survive reading, then....
Hitch