I’ve been thinking about this, and I’m kind of at a loss: What’s so American about American Gigolo, anyway? The adjective implies a sort of national universality about Julian Kaye’s escapades, or a uniquely American characteristic thereof. But as far as I can tell, he’s just some poor sap who fell bass-ackwards into sex work and thence into a wrongful murder conviction, and who’s now struggling to piece together exactly how and why both things happened to him. It’s tough to see his life, as portrayed in this series, as anything emblematic of any larger, America-wide concerns. He’s just some patsy, and remains so.
I reviewed last night’s episode of American Gigolo for Decider.
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