Showing posts with label Lady Dynamite. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lady Dynamite. Show all posts

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Crashing (HBO) vs Every Other Comedy Series in History

Credit: Deadline.com

Before the HBO series “Crashing” came along, the tired genre of comedians playing slightly modified versions of themselves consisted of two basic categories: Deranged clowns ("Seinfeld", "Curb Your Enthusiasm", "The Comedians", "Legit") or depressed clowns ("Mr. Saturday Night", "Louie", Larry Sanders Show"). Because comedians are naturally entertaining and often are good at expressing comedy with a unique voice, much of this fare is still watchable and entertaining even if it’s not particularly innovative.  The freshest take I’ve seen in recent years has been the Netflix offering “Lady Dynamite” which took the deranged metaphor literally and used it as a platform for a soft exploration into mental illness.

“Crashing” however is not just a fresh take within already-tried confines but it’s something I've never seen done successfully. It’s a show that shows that the archetypal comedian is not necessarily synonymous with traits of amorality, loneliness or flat-out craziness.

The first season of the show begins with a wet-behind-the-ears Pete Holmes (played, of course, by Pete Holmes) who’s forced out of his marriage by a wife who cheats on him because she needs someone more exciting in bed. In his late 20s, Holmes is forced to come to the realization that he has quite a bit of adulating to do as his Christian upbringing and the complacency of married life has stunted his development quite a bit.  Unable to support himself, Holmes is saved by a near supernatural ability to fall into random encounters with comic celebrities and, even more luckily, he elicits their sympathy enough to get a place to stay (hence, the title of the show).

The show’s cleverness is that all this depression and vice you ordinarily see in the genre is filtered through the lens of an audience surrogate in Holmes who manages to hold on to his cheerful naiveté in forging his new relationship with himself and his new circle of friends.  Some of these friends like Artie Lange could set the depraved comedian trope to new heights if he were to star in his own show, but through the eyes of Holmes, he elicits empathy. Similarly, the off-kilter nature of many of the other characters –TJ Miller has a bit of a God complex, Richard Burr is a bit miserable in domestic life to the point of being unappreciative of his wife, Sara Silverman is a bit overly trusting – is minimized when seen through the eyes of Holmes who sees them for their faults but also for their generosity.

Whereas the comedy scene is generally portrayed in fiction as a cesspool that collects the bottom feeders of society, “Crashing” is about a man who chooses comedy simply because he feels it’s his life’s calling. The second season sees Holmes in a gradual arc of losing contact with his innocence as he sells out his act with a catch phrase, let’s a little cursing slip into his language, and has his first sexual encounter outside of marriage.  However, whereas the typical the comedy scene is generally portrayed as a cesspool that brings out the worst in people the longer they dwell in it, the sense of camaraderie and mutual support is emphasized here.

Thursday, November 30, 2017

Lady Dynamite: Season 2 Review




Last year, I found this one of the most multi-layered and deep comedies of the year (it was my #4 overall). Maria Bamford is unhinged in a way that is both beautifully raw and leads to the possibility that anything can happen. She is not just a great stand-up comic but one whose stage persona (she does voices, she establishes personality very quickly) translates very easily into a TV show. This season’s lost a little edge from last year on the humor front.
 
Last year, a lot of the fun and bizarre came from the great premises and trickled down in all sorts of great ways down to the dialogue level. Some of the last year's premises includ Maria Bamford dating an extremely ambiguously bisexual person who thought he had license to cheat on a monogamous boyfriend while a talking dog (who sounds like Warner Herzog and is still a running gag here) tries to talk her into not giving up her body so easily; trying on a classy-sounding voice for an entire episode because a new love interest is only attracted to her that way (a plot that is sold by Bamford’s god-like voice over agility) and becoming a spokeswoman for a multinational corp and “doing good” by cheerily educating Mexican people on avoiding the evils of unionizing.
For comparison, there’s another friend plot involving assistant (Lennon Parham) who Maria's new boyfriend (a very un-Hollywoodish Olafur Darri Olaffson) alienates during a night of karaoke bowling. The karaoke bowling is just as bad as it sounds as Parham sings Bob Marley while bowling and gets so caught up in the signing that she throws the ball across several lanes. It’s a wonderful sight gag. It’s followed up in the next episode by a wonderfully awkward scene in which Paul Scheer plays Gayle, a possibly transgender shaman/lawyer who makes Maria and her boyfriend do absurd things in a coffee shop as a sign of redemption. Both these moments are hilarious, but those might be the only two things I’ll remember a week from now and last season was wall-to-wall funny.

Other episodes include an “am I ready for commitment” episode at the start and an overbearing mother episode that are both just too typical to have flown in the first season. The best stand-alone episode stars Judy Greer as an accountant who reveals a financial discrepancy that results in a bounced check to Burt Ben Bacharach (Fred Melamed) who reacts with the sort of quiet panic that makes his character priceless. It’s a nice little mini-mystery but it’s not wall-to-wall funny which is what defines most of this season's shortcomings.
 
Maybe I was just setting myself up for high expectations?