This show goes to eleven. Always. It’s like being trapped in a room with a blind boxer. Windows get broken, messes get made, lots of punches go awry. Between the shouting and the pistol-waving and the torture and the explosions you may want to slip the show a few Valiums and tell it to chill. But then a punch lands, and damn . . . Is the show often over-the-top? Repetitive? Uneven? Infuriating? Yes. All of the above. But its no-holds-barred approach is also its greatest strength. The show takes big risks, and while not all of them pay off, its willingness to push the boundaries of content and plot conventions makes it gripping and unpredictable. It’s rarely subtle, but when it works it’s powerful. Much of this power comes from the raw energy of its male leads, and their explosive chemistry as they love and hate and destroy each other and those around them. The female lead is weak but it doesn’t really matter. This show is all about the boys. Is there a lot of sturm und drang? Yes. Is all of it necessary? Maybe not, but the best moments will haunt you long after the screaming stops.