By the time I’ve started writing this, the third episode of Comedy Central’s new show Broad City has not even ended. But I can’t wait to tell anyone about it. Produced by Amy Poehler and based on the hilarious webseries of the same name created by UCB grads Ilana Glazer and Abbi Jacobson, this show details the daily lives of “two Jewesses trying to make a buck” in New York City. The banter is a hip millennial’s wet dream and the story embodies everything I want in a modern-day NYC galpal TV show (and life).
One of the best things about this show is that even when Abbi and Ilana end up in the most asinine situations, (cleaning adult-baby Fred Armisen’s apartment while wearing their underwear,) you hardly notice it’s unusual until the screen goes black and you’re forced to think about what you just watched. The show is very natural as it progresses from everyday chores and bores to punting a rotisserie chicken in front of a warehouse for a perfectly rational reason.
NYC BFF shows are popping up everywhere like Pinterest albums called ♡ wanderlust ♡. While similar in the basics of settings, Broad City is one Xanax further than HBO’s Girls. Instead of worrying about the meaning of life or whether or not the bakery down the street is going to stop making red velvet cupcakes, BC focuses on the short term problems like how to pay for weed with store credit or how to sneak weed past a police dog or how to smoke weed in public without drawing attention to yourself.
This is the first time this year that I’ll become obsessed with a TV show this early on in the game. All in all, a very relaxing and refreshing take on the old trope.
Noelle well well 