The third season kicks off with a dose of optimism and an examination of the fractured reality of human existence.
Without feeling forced, it does great work to show that there is no one “type” of single parent and also highlights the bond their situation has created for them.
It presents suicide as romantic or necessary or beneficial to other people, when it’s none of those things.
Ironically, what makes the show so original is part of the reason why it fell so flat — it’s as almost as though they had HBO-level ideas with a Freeform-level action plan.
The slap bass aside, “Seinfeld” has an almost musical quality to it, a soundscape of sorts that’s kind of mesmerizing.
Despite a massive budget and star-studded cast, “Maniac” offers little of note.
Somehow, anything these two actors do can somehow turn out funny.
The pilot offers a few pointers upfront: Keep your blinds closed and your Instagram private.
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