Every week I head eagerly to my couch and fire up the DVR. ‘The Americans’ is the breakout hit this year, hands down. I just can’t get enough of this show. If you haven’t watched it yet, you’d better get on it, as I’ve said many times before.
Unlike most spy shows or movies in the past, this show makes you fall in love with the Soviet leads. Through the course of these past eight episodes, you see these characters (Phillip and Elizabeth Jennings) as something more than spies with a plan and an itchy trigger finger. They are people in love, or in what they think is love.
The writers have done a great job at showing Phillip and Elizabeth’s progression as a couple, despite them taking 15 years to realize their feelings for one another. It almost pains you to see their constant back in forth; the lies that split them apart, and the little moments that bring them back from the brink. I know that I find myself rooting for them, despite the fact that they are horrible for each other. But, I blame all of that on their job.
Spyin’ ain’t easy. It’s sometimes sleazy. It’s dirty, sexy, and sleazy.
Where shows like ‘The Walking Dead’ try to push the boundaries of TV censorship with gore and violence, ‘The Americans’ tries to with do so with sex appeal. Sometimes, when you’re a spy, you’ve got to do whatever you can to collect that vital piece of information you seek. If that means you’ve got to sex up a lady or provide certain, uh, service to a fellow, you’ve got to just jump in and do it.
In case you were wondering, I’ve kept a mental note of all the nudity I’ve seen in nine episodes. Let me lay it out for you real quick. We get to see:
- Keri Russell’s bare ass
- Matthew Rhys’ bare ass (if you’re into that sort of thing)
- Annet Mahendru, who plays Soviet mole Nina’s side boob and bare backside
- Elizabeth Masucci, who played a prostitute’s everything
Not to complain or to sound like a writer for Mr. Skin, but they get away with a lot on this show. And, to me, that’s what makes this show real. Without some of these moments of sexiness, it wouldn’t seem real. But, it isn’t just the sex that makes it realistic and compelling.
In episode 8, titled “Mutually Assured Destruction,” there was quite a bit of murder and mayhem. To give you an idea as to what’s going on, the U.S.S.R. had put a plan into place to assassinate about two dozen scientists who were working on an American nuclear defense project. When it was realized that this mass assassination would possible lead to an all-out war between the two nations, the KGB decided to abort the mission. But, for whatever reason, the message didn’t reach their assassin.
Phillip and Elizabeth were tasked with finding and stopping this man by any means necessary. They finally confront him in his hotel room where, after a gunfight, the man blows himself up (accidentally, of course). It was a bloody, sticky mess. Just as Phillip and Elizabeth though they were off the hook, a bomb goes off in a safe house where one of the scientists was hiding out.
Now their entire future as spies is in jeopardy.
What I was getting at is that the scenes the action and violent scenes are well done and oftentimes very intense. But, they are never to excess, and they always serve a purpose. As any good show would hope you’d do, if you let yourself be absorbed in the show, you will feel yourself getting a little tense when the Soviet shit hits the American fan.
After you mix everything together – the romance, the sex, and the violence – you’ve got one hell of a story to behold. Then, you place all of that in the Reagan era U.S., you’ve got a television show that I can’t refuse. It won’t be another two weeks before a new episode airs, so you have plenty of time to see what I’ve been excited about. Now go before this post self destructs.
Wait, that’s the wrong show…