Frankly I was both bored and rather upset. I wanted to run up to the Russian River and hide from all the trivial gay millennial relationship nostrums spewed at me San Francisco style. I don't remember SF being that shallow and irrelevant but here it is via Looking without virtually any of the humor and incisive screen writing so prevalent in Sex and the City. Where's the intrigue? Just one gay slacker stereotype after another. Why should I care for any of these plastic characters? The emotional immaturity is beyond belief.... OK! IT'S TRUE! 90% of SF is inhabited by only four types of gays (with lots of overlaps): 1) sex addicts, 2) drug addicts, 3) insufferable Millennials, 4) hangers-on who can't leave because of their rent-controlled apartments. Oh sure; many are hot/hunky, strolling/trolling the streets for sex, drugs, or "Looking" mainly for onanistic ennui but it's not saying much. Veni Vidi Vici...not.
