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I really want to like this show, if only because it’s something “different.” It’s a unique show with a distinct feel—but I just can’t come away from it thinking it’s actually good. It’s not even so much that the characters or creator or writers are hyper-self-aware, but the whole show seems to be too aware and too interested in itself to be relatable. It just tries. Too. Hard. It’s like that niece or little sister or whatever who keeps harassing you to watch them do a cartwheel or whatever, and you put your conversation on hold in anticipation that she’ll do something interesting, and yeah, she does what she said she was going to do, but really, who cares? It’s not one of the best cartwheels you’ve ever seen, and it’s not so bad that it’s adorable. It’s just, well, something boring that you made an effort to watch because you felt you had to, but it wasn’t really worth your time in the end.
While there are moments here and there that can draw a LOL (Marnie getting slapped by Hannah’s gay ex; Shoshanna on crack), those moments do not make a show. I think people keep talking about it because of that perceived “difference,” or because of racism, but once the show settles into a groove people will get sick of it the way people are sick of M. Night Shyamalan movies.
And hey, Girls, way to flip the script on the “shlubby goof ends up with the hot girl” Hollywood trope by getting Marnie to make out with Bobby friggin’ Moynihan. That wasn’t lazy at all.
Eddie Murphy’s got 999 problems, but his pride ain’t one.
I saw God Bless America at the Toronto Film Festival last year and let’s just say I hope it was a really, really rough cut. It started out funny, but quickly became exhausting, preachy and heavy-handed. We get it, Bobcat, you don’t like celebrities or teenagers or soccer moms or American Idol or pretty much anything, but you can do better than conjuring a paper-thin plot to tie together sophomoric fantasies of vengeance.
Oh, and the Freddy Rumsen’s teenage costar overacts the shit out of it.
If the host’s parents were so convinced that starting a business and working hard were how a person got rich, why didn’t they get off their lazy asses and start a business? Huh!? Quit being so lazy, mom and dad! You’re so lazy! UGH!
Segments like this just make the right look paranoid and desperate.