All of that, and no episode runs more than 15 minutes. There’s a fascinating storyline exploring Ryan and his mother’s codependence, in which Jessica Hecht delivers a monologue about the virtues of The Macaroni Grill that I nearly applauded after. (Ryan is an intern at a website called Eggwoke, which recently pivoted to publishing confessional essays that appeal to “basics,” like “50 Ways to Hate Myself.”) The skewering of millennial culture and media is painfully accurate. There are more laugh lines in the first three minutes than most comedies have in an entire episode. It’s important, of course, but it undercuts any pretentiousness that might burden it with a lacerating wit and self-effacing attitude towards disability.
There are so many reasons to love this show.
