On its cover, “Minx” is salacious and flirty, a confection of sex and fun. Inside, though, it’s a multi-layered joy, the kind of comedy that reveals a few more intricacies and a little more humanity with each subsequent perusal.

The comedy, which premieres Thursday on HBO Max, is raunchy, smart, culturally aware, charming, and funny. ... “Minx” made me think of “GLOW,” and “Boogie Nights,” but it’s very much its own blend of period comedy and social commentary. It’s original, and addictive.

A bouncy, feel-good show that taps into the elation of creating something new where there was nothing before. ... As Joyce, Lovibond nails a tricky part, taking a woman who can be frustrating as hell and making her endearing, not only to the audience but also, crucially, to the characters around her.

The first five episodes of the pleasantly low-key “Minx” don’t reach the heights the Jean Smart-led comedy did last year, but its animating idea of a newcomer to the media industry pushing, and being pushed by, a veteran with a set idea of what is possible is familiar. It works. So, too, does the world “Minx” builds.

I mostly enjoyed the show. True to its title, Minx at its best is a sexy trifle, and the palpable chemistry between its leads counteracts the uptown girl/downtown boy cliché.

The first half of the season, while fun, feels a little insular. It could be that Minx will become a great show that, once taken off its dick-baring pedestal, is more than just a fairly run-of-the-mill comedy – but unlike the many images of male genitalia in Minx, that’s yet to be seen.

For all its sex-positive posturing, the sum of Minx’s parts is surprisingly free of nuance.

"Minx" is a fluffy, harmless, and surprisingly prude dramedy that keeps you entertained just enough. It's fine, but I won't watch any more seasons of this.

I wanted to like Minx so much more than I did. It's like if Chuck Lorre wrote Boogie Nights. Better analogy, it's a shadow of Hacks with '70s porn instead of stand up comedy. Wide-eyed idealistic newcomer gets shown the ropes by somewhat crude but wise mentor/partner. And the writing and comedy has the subtlety of a rock hard throbbing brick. The lead characters last name is PRIGger, for God's sake, so of course she's sexually repressed. ****? Oh my, we don't talk about such things..until the scene moments later of her plugging in, in more ways than one. She breaks up with her boyfriend seconds after we meet them over the it's me or my dreams argument. We meet, he's a sexist dolt, he leaves. The porn magazine work family includes the ditsy blond who gets a bit enlightened, the gay photographer, the black secretary who's probably the smartest one in the room, and the publisher, the porn guy with a heart of gold and a mind for business. The big advertiser they go after is also a giant perv. The seventies details and look are spot on. The performances are all good. It's just so on-the-nose, I feel like watching a show that knowingly checks ALL the boxes and the cliches.

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