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'Tell Me You Love Me' Runs Out Of Simulated Sex Positions
· HBO prosthesiscore drama Tell Me You Love Me has abandoned its second season, with series creator/Jodie Foster tabloid companion Cynthia Mort releasing a statement explaining the creative team was "unable to find the direction of the show for the second season," blaming in part "the considerable amount of time" since the first season aired. Translation: "None of us could recall what any of our whiny characters were fighting about, and the shock of a set of slapping latex balls has sort of worn off." [Variety] More » -
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Secrets Of The Prosthetic Member: 'Tell Me' Star Tells All
As the official site describes it, HBO's Tell Me You Love Me offers "an unfiltered look at three couples as they navigate critical periods in their lives." By "unfiltered," of course what they mean is, "boldly ushering slapping balls into the premium cable landscape." And no one's slapping balls were more closely scrutinized than actor Adam Scott, whose Cruiseian good looks made up one-half of the couple you would have most eagerly TiVoed through the boring stuff to see knock prosthetic uglies. Talking to BlackBook, Scott reveals what went into making the "banging for real" illusion come alive: More » -
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Hurt By Pitt, Universal Throwing Itself Into Crowe's Big, Strong Arms
· A rebounding Universal tries to shake off its recent jilting by Brad Pitt by climbing into bed with Russell Crowe, inviting the actor to partake of Pitt's State of Play sloppy seconds. [Variety] More » -
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Though it pains us to admit it, we fear our once-torrid relationship with HBO fuckumentary Tell Me You Love Me has gotten a little stale; where we once eagerly tuned in to freeze-frame each possible stunt-cock scene for evidence of the Truth or to uncover acts of penetration that were supposed to be obscured by a cinematographer's carefully cast shadows, there's no longer any joy in our Zapruderesque examination of the sex-riddles we're offered each week. Things have gotten so bad, in fact, that following last Sunday's episode, we couldn't even be bothered to wonder whether Ian Somerhalder's actual scrotum made a cameo, or if a contractual no-balls rider necessitated the use of a nuts-double. Maybe we'll bring it up with our surprisingly foxy, sexagenarian therapist in this week's session. Anyway, there's footage of the scene at the link following this item, for those whose workplaces allow the viewing of graphic depictions of attractive people screwing. [Fleshbot] -
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Couples All Over America Fucking, Fighting Along At Home With 'Tell Me You Love Me'
While we've previously confessed that we've been watching fucking-crazed HBO melodrama Tell Me You Love just to see the different sexual positions into which the producers will twist their neurotic, anatomically correct mannequins each week, there are some viewers who are so affected by the show's profound insights into the whiny-human condition that they're moved to examine their own dysfunctional relationships. ABC News sought out some horny yuppies who recognize themselves in Tell Me's characters, asking them to elaborate on the complex feelings the series stirs up: More » -
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Pondering The 'Tell Me' Question: How Much Fucking Do We Really Need To See?
After previously teasing us with the kind of reconstructed-hip-shattering, hot sexagenarian action we haven't seen on premium cable since we caught a late-night Cinemax presentation of Emanuelle: Retirement Community Seductress back in college, the producers of Tell Me You Love Me threw us an oddly prudish curveball last night, dramatizing nothing more racy than a chef-on-chef sex act probably not graphic enough to be pixelated by a Fox Hell's Kitchen censor, making us feel we'd completely wasted the hour we spent (we didn't even TiVo through all the tiresome yapping) looking for further evidence of ejaculating-prothesis use or glimpses of envelope-pushing penetration. But we did spend some time reading yesterday's NY Times piece about the ongoing pornification of television and film, in which the director of a competing sex-positive pay-TV entertainment offered a dissenting opinion on how graphic the screwing needs to be to achieve fucking-verisimilitude: More » -
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Sexagenarians Finally Get To Shut Up And Screw On 'Tell Me You Love Me'
We have a shameful confession to make: Despite the fact that we find the show's characters universally whiny and their monotonously dysfunctional relationships anything but compelling, we've fallen into HBO's clever trap, tuning in to all three of new drama Tell Me You Love Me's episodes just to see how far the show can push the graphic-fucking envelope before the entire network is consigned to the pay-per-view Hot Zone for its transgressions against premium-cable decency standards. More » -
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Report: HBO's Long-Missing Fucking Found On New Series 'Tell Me You Love Me'
In the latest installment of its penetrating investigative series on the erotic landscape of premium cable's leading brand in the post-Sex-and-the-City era, "HBO: Where's All The Fucking?," a breakthrough: after previously throwing a spotlight on the distressing lack of onscreen coitus in Entourage, the Times now reveals that the network has been secretly devoting all of its ugly-bumping resources to the development of new series Tell Me You Love Me, which promises to entice viewers with levels of pay-TV screwing surpassed only by the raunchiest of expense-account-verboten hotel-room offerings: More »
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