The sad truth of living in New York is that you invariably arrived too late … It’s hard to escape the suspicion that the eras preceding yours were more glorious, the stuff of revolution.
I should read this.
But Looking is far more emotionally intricate and aware than most series that will be competing for that Drama prize come September. It’s a show about fundamentally good and happy people wrestling with a barrage of tough choices that may seem slight when compared to the existential Sturm und Drang of people in Westeros or, say, women’s prison. But I’d argue that these are choices that are actually a lot more relevant to audiences — and a lot more delicate to portray onscreen. With the fearlessness of someone heading south of Market on Halloween, Looking continually asks the biggest of questions: Whom to love? How to love? And, once you’ve got that figured out, what the hell happens next?