A: No.

The second episode of HBO's Vinyl (which didn't feature 1970s NYC quite as prominently as the pilot) aired last night, a full hour shorter than the premiere and yet it still dragged on slower than Richie Finestra on quaaludes. And yet, despite awful reviews, it has already been renewed for a second season—a decision, no doubt, that has everything to do with the bold-faced names attached to it (this is basically the vanity project of Martin Scorsese and Mick Jagger).

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And now, some tweets:

Kurt Loder may hate Vinyl the most out of anyone:

Rolling Stone thinks the show has a woman problem—"prestige drama's 'wife problem' is an issue of long standing, and giving the females in these bad boys' lives something interesting to do — even if it's constrained by the sexism of the time — is hardly asking the a writers' room to split the atom."

In other television criticism, The New Yorker's Emily Nussbaum has called the show "disappointing" and compared it to the Hard Rock Café ("chaos for tourists"), but praises Cannavale for his role, calling him "a hairy life force of an actor who improves even misbegotten shows." Cannavale is matched by Ray Romano, who Scorsese didn't even know existed, but is winning over fans for his role.

Vinyl in less than 140 characters, and some random not-so-deep thoughts:

What's up with the ellipses? Did Scorses's "social media team" come murder Heady Wompus mid-tweet? Anyway, this one man calls it "watchable":

Everything would probably be fine if everyone stopped with the cocaine and screaming, and if they just hired Colin Quinn as music supervisor: