Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

Between 2002 and 2004, three young women suddenly disappeared from Cleveland's streets. Ariel Castro thought it would be interesting to see what would happen if he kept them imprisoned in the basement of his terraced house for ten years or so and structurally sexually abused them. “Hey”, thought the spiritual mother of 30 Rock, “there is a thigh-banging hilarious comedy in that. Instead of a sexual predator, we use a religious maniac, but otherwise we really don't need to change that much. Super laugh, man. ”. Well of course it is true that as a creative you get your inspiration from everywhere, but perhaps that Tina Fey - you know, who played the masterful Sarah Palin on Saturday Night Live - maybe a little extra distance from reality when writing Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. could have taken. In the - incidentally very catchy - opening credits of the new Netflix comedy, there is even a tasteful nod to the eyewitness account of the man who eventually saw one of Castro's victims escape from the house, transformed into an autotune track. I'm just saying. At the age of fourteen, Kimmy Schmidt, along with three other women, was hacked into an underground bunker by a self-proclaimed messiah under false pretenses. An apocalypse will wipe out the world's population and only hidden in the peat can survive this disaster of unprecedented proportions. When fifteen years later the door suddenly opens and the hiding place fills with sunlight, it appears that they have been sitting on 25 m2 for Jan Lul all this time. Released from her oppressor, the permanently hysterical Kimmy in New York decides to start a small catch-up. Together with her roommate Titus - who most resembles a witty, very not funny version of Ainsley Harriott - she tries as best as possible to avoid all the obstacles that life throws in her path. Life would have been better off sharpening our sights, because then we might have been spared this 13-part torture. Rarely did I not laugh so much about something that should be considered funny. All things considered, I think I've got exactly zero teeth on Kimmy & co. have shown. For a moment it seemed to happen when in the middle of episode three the corners of my mouth started to curl spontaneously, but that turned out to be due to four consecutive tias caused by the staggering non-fun. You watch a cluster bomb of horrifyingly bad jokes for twenty minutes at a time, played by an Oilily-wrapped protagonist who constantly stares at you like a psychopath with a backyard full of lifeless bodies. A protagonist with a smile that seems to hurt more than Kanye West's and a protagonist who tries to push even more insights and life lessons down your throat than Bob Saget in eight seasons of Full House. I don't even want to talk about the fact that Don Draper said yes to a role in this disappointment. No, I do want to talk about it! How could you have been part of class, quality, taste and finesse with Mad Men for years and now link your name to this misery? I have not felt so betrayed since Cruijff moved from Ajax to Feyenoord in '83. And what's up with all those completely misguided quasi-funny remarks about gays, Asians and Indians? As far as I am concerned, there is only one Schmidt and he steals the show in New Girl every week, but that is only my humble opinion.

looking back ... 13 times I wasted half an hour on nonsense. Nevertheless. I thought it was going to get a little better ... but no. It's really not worth the effort, so ... haven't you started it yet? Congratulations. Quickly look for something else.