I am currently watching
Swingtown and whoo boy, am I regretting it.
I was super excited because it's
Jack Davenport in bad 70s hair and equally bad clothes, and
Miriam Shor (from
Hedwig and the Angry Inch, as in "Look, Yitzhak, immigration!") just makes me happy.
It's just so cheese-tastic and probably because it's on network TV, it's pulling all its punches. For a show about swingers who use recreational drugs, it's pretty damn tame. I swear I've seen more scandalous things in a
Sister Wendy documentary.
I'm only two episodes in and I'm already bored to death. Last week's episode had a triple date at the Chicago Playboy Club but none of the leads did the Hustle. I really, really wanted to see Scruffington do the Hustle. I think I'm going to hold out for one more episode since I've been promised a fondue party.
Ultimately, I think it will be up to
Mad Men to give me my period drama fix--which won't be out until July 27. Those AMC bastards.