Oh speaking of final seasons of TV shows featuring creative thirty-ish women who have been funny online for a long time now and are primed for all kinds of success going forward, here's Broad City.
The final season of Broad City had its ups and downs, and the downs mostly seemed to come from what I guess I'll call the Workaholics syndrome, the idea that watching young twenty-somethings do idiotic shit and waste their weekends fucking off can be really funny, but that watching the same people being, uh, "hot messes" in their late twenties or thirties is downright sad. Like, "hey let's drop acid and then lug a couch around the city" is a hilariously twenty-three-year-old thing to do, sure, but maybe that's a thin premise for laughs when you're thirty-four. (Always Sunny was somehow able to pull this off, this idea of juvenile hijinks staying funny as its characters hit middle age, and I think it's because they lean all the way into how pathetic and shitty its characters are. I digress!)
Anyway, Broad City spent the latter half of its final season really digging into the co-dependence of Abbi and Ilana, which gave the season an actual arc and shape that none of the previous seasons really seemed to have. I will miss Abbi Jacobson and I will miss the show's depiction of New York as this endlessly weird but generally optimistic place where anything can happen and anyone can exist. (I will not miss Ilana Glazer, because she is a lot. And also because she's not going anywhere!)
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