Stages of life in “Getting On” and “Master of None.”
I knew I found my argument to convince my husband (who is a pasta lover) to watch Master of None that I placed months ago in the Netflix queue when I read this review of the show in the New Yorker:
“Part of me is, like, Yeah, it could be an amazing human experience,” Dev muses in the pilot, about having kids.
“But then part of me is, like, All right, later tonight, I want to get some pasta. . . . What if I don’t find a sitter, huh? Then what? What, I’m not eating the pasta? That sounds horrible.”
Now we’ve watched 3 episodes (they’re short, 29min) and are addicted 🙂
Only need to convince him to get on “Getting on” now – seems less funny and a “hard sell”, in a failing extended-care ward, whose patients are elderly women. Yet “Its best jokes work as a magnifying lens for people the world usually prefers to keep invisible” and it lingers in the author’s mind even with so many good dark comedy options (including “You’re the worst” which became our favorite after reading about it in the New-Yorker also few months back).