Following on from the surprising brilliance of the first season of the completely original and brilliantly sterile The Girlfriend Experience, excitement in our household for this week's start of the second season was high, so I was surprised to find out that the excitement was not equally high across the household.
That first season took place in a series of expensive luxury settings of curious emptiness and quietness, largely devoid of any visual interest, often devoid of people, with a colour palette dominated by slate and gunmetal. Its central character was an escort, or a prostitute, or a woman who sells her services as a companion who offers, but does not limit her offering, to sex.
This woman, played by Elvis' granddaughter Riley Keough, was easily the most complex and surprising protagonist of any television series released last year. She was completely unfathomable. To some extent she was a blank slate, a cipher on to which her clients and viewers both projected their fantasies, which was obviously partly the point, but she was also more than that - fiercely intelligent, completely compromised in every way, emotionally stunted, mature beyond her years.
When I told my wife that the new series was coming up, her reaction was a metaphorical shrug. "I don't know why you liked it; it's not even very good," she said, in direct contradiction of the opinion I believed we had agreed on following last season's viewing. Then she said, "It's just because of all the sex, isn't it?"