Sex education - Real, witty and tempting series

Directed by: Kate Herron, Ben Taylor

Cast: Asa Butterfield, Gillian Anderson, Ncuti Gatwa, Emma Mackey, Connor Swindells

Language: English

Year: 2019

Genre: comedy, drama

Created by: Laurie Nunn

Synopsis

Socially awkward teenager Otis Milburn is ambivalent about sex, despite his mother being a sex therapist who is frank about all aspects of sexuality. After inadvertently assisting the school bully with his sexual performance anxiety, Otis sets up a sex advice business with Maeve - a confident but vulnerable classmate - to educate their fellow students in how to deal with their own sexual problems.

My view

Sex education is sweet and funny. Moreover, it's a vivid teenage series which do care about its wise characters.

The story stretches with an awkward embarrassed teenager Otis Milburn who struggle with his divorced mother's occupation (a sex therapist) and her influence on his personal life.

Otis accompanies with Eric Effiong brilliantly played by Ncuti Gatwa, his gay friend coming from a religious African family.

They team up with a social outcast, soft angsty Maeve Wiley aka cock-biter living alone in a caravan park. Later they start a secret sex clinic at their high school.

The audience of this show will have an empathetic crush on these characters making it a successful one. The show uses sex and sexuality as a way to explore other things. One of the great perks of ’sex education’ is that it demonstrates a powerful understanding of the things that go on the desires and needs that aren’t just physical.

From the very first scene of the first episode, you may think this as a filthy series bragging just about teen sex. But, as you keep up with the flow in like 3-4 episodes, it will occur to you know this ain't anything like the American pie.

Another great thing about this show is its colourful fashion environment. The whole theme and vibe of the show are so pleasant.

Sex Education is an adventure through a group of teenagers whose sexual stuff is so eccentric to nature. One could even learn a thing or two from them.

"Apparently, on Pornhub, you can watch a CGI demon fuck a horse," says Adam

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