‘Euphoria’ Returns: Trashier, Sexier—and Better—Than Ever

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After four years, Euphoria is back, as tawdry and titillating as ever.

And yet also, somehow, better.

With its first two seasons, Sam Levinson perfected a particular brand of high-gloss trash, cramming every possible scary, sleazy, screamy, sexed-up teen issue into a multipronged story that was dialed to 100 and pitched as the most pretentious show in television history.

The creator/writer/director never met a young girl he didn’t want to droolingly ogle and/or put through hell, and with his HBO hit, he lustily indulged in goofy, inane, exploitative maximalism.

Yet for all the grating posturing, its self-conscious over-the-topness occasionally resulted in bracing drama.

The show was totally phony, lurid, gross, and look-at-me ridiculous, except on those intermittent occasions when it was startling, invigorating, and real.

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