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The scandalous saga continues


I was wrong. (Shock! Say it can't be!)

We watched the fourth episode of Swingtown last night, blowing right out of the water my prediction that it wouldn't last past epi three.

I'm not sure it's gotten any better, but I'm strangely drawn to it. If you haven't partaken of this little slice of bell-bottomed Americana (it airs at 9 p.m. central time on CBS), you can check out some clips here. You also can learn more about the cast and even chat with fellow viewers about the issues raised by the show. It's amazing how much time and energy people put into watching a show that they say they hate and that they claim threatens our nation's moral fiber.

Take a deep breath people. Don't get your polyester in a twist.

And for a little entertainment trivia: one of the show's directors is Alan Poul, who also directed episodes of Big Love (everyone's favorite Mormon polygamy drama) and Six Feet Under. The cherry on top is that he was executive producer of the also-based-in-the-'70s Tales of the City series originally penned by Armistead Maupin -- my all-time favorite writer.

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