I was a little disappointed that there were so few shots of similarly endowed young women playing the game which set the context for the story - women's volleyball. As an inveterate sport-hater I can admit to being able to watch volleyball in a trance-like state. There's something (three guesses) about the physiology of good players - perhaps associated with the repetitive bending and leaping - that promotes firm cheeks and taut vibrations. But female actors are perhaps, in general, less blessed.
It's also worth a mention that the show was followed by Charlie Brooker's quick-fire, irreverent 'Weekly Wipe', in which he takes the piss out of SM in the context of the 'Fifty Shades' movie. Just the titteringly self-conscious way that the media, and Hollywood, treat the subject. | 
