And I'm Watching Why?

 

It's a far gone conclusion that it's virtually impossible to watch every series that shows up on a streaming service.  Way, way, way too much.  And I have to really be propelled to check something out.

This show came to me very innocently.   In the pre-game discussion on a work-related Zoom call, a bunch of folks...mostly women, I will add...were raving about "Heated Rivalry" on HBO.  It's a romance between two NHL players and, since I can see the photo above, I assume the story is gay.   But the work ladies were so enthusiastic about it that I gave it a try.

And, somehow, I stuck with it for all six episodes.   And the last scene hints of other seasons.   My continued viewership is intriguing because, essentially, this series pretty much is nothing but watching a couple of hockey players give each other blow jobs.   Indeed, I counted an average of 3 to 4 every episode.

Now I'm curious about what's going on with those women I work with.  Yes, I watched it.   Was it interesting?  At times.   Did I need to see it?   Frankly, I was curious enough to see where the story was going.   And, as I said, the ending leaves an opening for Season 2.

The big problem for me here was not necessarily the subject matter.   The issue is the actor who plays the Russian hockey player that forms the duo above.    He clearly isn't Russian and his acting is horrible.   It's sort of like the return of Boris Badanov from Rocky and Bullwinkle Land.   This guy's work is so bad that it ultimately makes the whole thing unviewable.

Again, that's what I get for listening to pre-Zoom call buzz.   And, one more time...ladies, what the hell am I missing?

Dinner last night:  Leftover steak.