I Love Dick

Repeated viewings may help get all the details, grace-note references to artists like Kara Walker and various feminist filmmakers, but this is not a series that will ever leave you feeling satisfied. Dick will leave you as Jill Soloway intends: restless, provoked, unsettled. In this case, that translates to television greatness.

I Love Dick very much shows as well as tells. ... A series that is completely willing to offend sensibilities while also engaging them.

As a TV show, I Love Dick’s makes the smart choice to lean into the book’s aggression, giving Hahn the freedom to fully let loose. The series embraces every sordid, horny detail of Chris’s desire, staring viewers directly (and often literally) in the face and daring us to blink.

An extremely smart, wildly eccentric and very adult comedy. And if Bacon is bringing the heat, then Hahn is the aching, searching heart of this series.

If the first season doesn’t entirely hang together, it’s bracingly risk-taking. At its best, it captures the artistic process in a way that TV rarely does, and it works as a kind of video art itself.

Subversive yet silly, as pretentious as it is provocative. ... This is no ordinary show. Like all self-conscious art, it's bound to be polarizing. [15-28 May 2017, p.17]

The nexus between Dick, Chris and Sylvere is, through three episodes, boring and not entirely believable or a story that seems worth the ride, perhaps more of Devon and Toby would be a good idea. Or a show about them, sans both Dick and dick.