Euphoria

Euphoria has everything that makes an HBO series an HBO series. It is dark, alternative, socially critical, on the edge and exactly highbrow enough, but it is a lot. Overwhelmingly. Too much, maybe. Especially for the more conservative viewer. It's a constant bombardment of tits, dick pics, half-assaults and teenagers who - after an overdose - I know-a-lot - almost choke on their own vomit. All accompanied by a lot of nice music. That then again. Thanks, Drake. With its abundance of sex, drugs and errant teenagers, Euphoria is somewhat reminiscent of the nineties cult film Kids. The popular city spoke of it - in the year that Ajax lifted the cup with its big ears into the air - shame, but we all watched and that is probably no different for this newest from HBO. Even if it is only one episode. Or a half. Just to taste. The reviews that follow are probably as bipolar as Rue itself and I can totally understand that. On the one hand, Euphoria is challenging, innovative and unlike anything else you see on TV these days. On the other hand, the makers overplayed their hand a bit and could have played the less – is – more card a bit more often. Personally, I fluctuated continuously between a seven and a nine, so a solid eight is the logical consequence.

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