Kiwi

This is neither sexy nor romantic. It is, however, highly amusing, absurdly (and strangely) sweet, and utterly devoid of story. If it wasn’t so perfectly set up to keep the giggles coming it would be bloody awful.

I admire the actors more than I can say. They both managed to film downright Escheresque gaynastics for long enough to give us an hour of quite explicit comedy that was completely free of corpsing, breaking character, or smirks. They are both godlike in their professionalism.

The plot is one that focuses purely on self-discovery and, I think, falling in love. There’s really no story. There’s just this weird process between a man and his therapist, with the only twist coming early in chapter one, when the client let it be known that he was expecting a woman. He isn’t disappointed for long though. it turns out the therapist can drop him to his knees just by touching his forearm… no, not his firearm. His forearm. It’s magic…✨

Anyway, the flustered client ends up being completely seduced by the first kiss, and decides maybe men aren’t so bad (he’ll learn). The rest of it is the client’s prolonged and energetic embracing of his therapist’s methods, from a range of angles, and accompanied by a rather silly soundtrack, and the clients moans, cries, and grunts. It’s not a series that could have been longer, nor is it one that should be treated as wank-bank. It’s too absurd to be sexy, and too basic to be rewatchable. it’s just a romp.

I liked it, but for what it was. I’m glad I had no expectations going in…