(Netflix) is annoying from the start. Middle-aged New York realtor Michael and his friends talk in this arc. or Or maybe it’s just because they’re wealthy Americans and I’m out of touch.
Either way, it made me want to put my foot through the TV. The only thing that stopped me was that it did not allow me to get on the screen with the other two series – it has a decent story.
The acting is superb. And you get used to annoying people after a while. Michael, played by Neil Patrick Harris, has been dumped by Colin, his partner of 17 years.
It’s a good story because of how he reacts. We’ve all been there.
We all know the sickening kick of being dumped for love. We understand the stormy emotions, the one-minute rage, followed by the desire to buy your ex-lover something nice and get him back.
Michael does that here, giving Colin a gift for his new apartment during their only attempt at counseling. Colin White lies and says he needs space, and after 15 minutes of watching poor, vain Michael try to end their relationship, I’m with Colin.
But just because Michael is hard to like doesn’t mean we aren’t rooting for him. (The audience was on Carrey’s side and she was unbearable.)
The plot zigzags along with some creepy little twists. The gift that Michael gave to Colin turned out to be a photo of the two of them – it is so priceless that you want to talk to him.
The missing friend here is his co-star Suzanne, in a captivating performance by Tisha Campbell. As they stroll through glitzy New York, she gives Michael pep talks and the harsh truth. I won’t bore you with others comparison, but the two shows share the same creator, so that’s to be expected.
At least on this show people have jobs that can finance the chi-chi lifestyle in New York. Michael is a tenacious realtor who caters to the needs of Manhattan’s one percent. At times it felt like porn with property, but there is also a slightly subversive side to it too.
It’s hardly strong satire, but a charity evening on a rooftop in an exclusive neighborhood to raise funds for their local park felt like a Marie Antoinette moment. Michael was there, but in working capacity. Although everyone was nice to him, it was clear that he was just a realtor, one step up from a plumber.
it’s nonsense compared to the serial killers and true crimes we’re force-fed on television these days.
And that’s what I like about it. Give me a watch.