Happyish

Thom is an idea creator at a large advertising agency and the other half of the struggling artist Lee. As he was in the late 1940s, Thom doesn't know very well anymore. You could say that the midlife crisis is pounding on his front door with a clenched fist. How can he live in a world where the color of Paris Hilton's underpants seems to be more important than the trail of destruction and barbarity that Boko Haram is leaving behind in Nigeria? In a world where the Nikes and Coca Colas - which he himself helped grow - are on the one hand talking about sustainability, but out of sight of the cameras little bleeding children's hands in dimly lit sweatshops for a euro a day are your new Have huaraches sewn together. It all makes Thom a bit cynical and depressed. Poor Thom. Happyish is certainly not always grabbing your stomach with laughter. The humor is dry. Blackish even. It is painful and uncomfortable at times. So the question is whether stubborn optimists like Frans Bauer and Emile Ratelband will appreciate a series like this. If you place yourself in that category of eternal enthusiasts, you might want to do an episode of New Girl for a chuckle. Or Modern Family. Or Black-ish. Or something else nice-fun-but-nothing-useful. For people who do feel the shoe of life wringing with some regularity and ask themselves more often than they would like, “What is happiness actually and have I had enough of it?”, Happyish will feel like a warm bath. Think of it as a family of 'difficult' comedies such as: Togetherness, Catastrophe, You're The Worst and Getting On. If you were able to find a smile in that melancholy, then that will certainly also work with Happyish.