Tell Me You Love Me: "Episode 10"
And so we've come to the end of our sexually explicit, emotionally intense road. And what a journey it's been. We've seen hand jobs and breakdowns. We've seen lackluster sex in many positions. We've seen uncomfortable dinner parties involving Sticky Fingaz form Onyx and old people getting really, really sweaty. And tonight we saw it all wind down inconclusively.
But that's probably the only way the season could have ended. Creator Cynthia Mort committed early on the portraying relationships as complex, protean entities so it would be wrong for her to provide a tidy conclusion for the stories she's been telling, even if one of the threads would seem to get a neat bow tied on the end of it.
Hugo's sudden reappearance and equally sudden resumption of the pole position in the race of Jamie's heart is almost too-neat but nothing else about their reconciliation was. At dinner Hugo resumed the asshole-y habits seen earlier in the season and I really liked the scene where he walks Jamie home. She looks genuinely happy but anyone's who's watched this far just knows it's not going to work. And she knows it too, even if the last scene finds her on the verge of marriage and smiling about it. The series crawls with characters locked into patterns of behavior Mort doesn't seem to have a lot of faith in people's ability to change.
Or at least not too quickly. Dave and Katy have spent the season realizing that not having sex was just one sign that they'd drifted apart and it scared them. It makes sense, then, that sex would be their way back together. So we get a very passionate, awkward, peculiar sex scene in which Dave guides his wife into pleasuring herself. A few episodes back she complained about being in a house of masturbators. Their ranks just grew by one. But the scene was definitely a kind of lovemaking anyway and after all we've seen them through–and this episode brought them to the brink of losing each other for good–kind of moving to watch.