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A whole different take on 'Wife Swap'

New summer programming alert: Swingtown

The show, set in 1970s America and focusing on the sexual liberation of married couples, is being called "the most-anticipated show of the year" (by whom, I don't know, since I only heard about it this morning). It airs tonight at 9 p.m. central time on CBS.

The shock value alone could be remarkable, but I doubt it will be. It's network TV. Be real, it's CBS. The network that appeals to the AARP/Angela Landsbury crowd. Still, I've heard that the pilot includes a menage a trois, major drug use and an orgy. What a way to debut.

A review in the San Jose Mercury News that I just linked to gives it a mediocre rating, mostly for lack of plot. If you want to watch a show about sex with no plot, I think there are other more rewarding options available for you, one with all the bits and pieces exposed.

I might check this out. Or not. I appreciate CBS's attempt to push the envelope, but I fear it's more for sensationalism than a genuine effort to portray a movement of the sexual revolution and explore its effects on society.

The biggest turnoff for me may be the disco soundtrack and the cheeseball fashions:

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