Perhaps you, like me,never found time to watch the first season of “Masters of Sex,” the Showtime series based on the real-life lives of sexologists Dr. Bill Masters and Virginia Johnson. But as I read rave reviews, I did grow curious as to just how sexy “Sex” is, so I jumped in for Season 2 (10 p.m. Sundays).
Here are my findings. Since this is a family newspaper, I hope the Express censor does not redact my recap.
OK. So Dr. Masters is married and has a new crying baby but is [bleeping] Virginia, who has been helping him research what happens when a lady has a [bleep]. Veteran actor Beau Bridges plays a closeted gay university provost who looks at muscle man magazines in a futile attempt to [bleep] his wife. The wife of a young doctor comes to the hospital where he works, children in tow, and announces over the intercom that he is [bleeping] her sister. A hoity toity couple wants to sterilize their nymphomaniac teenage daughter.
Clearly, there is a surfeit of sex. But not everything is revealed. While we see a lot of flesh (especially the female part that rhymes with “gipple”), bedsheets fall conveniently across [bleeps] and [bleeps].
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