I really liked the first two seasons but felt 3 got bogged down into Byrnes' therapist over his patients far too much.
This run, with Uzo Aduba, has fallen into the trap of absurdity far too soon. She's far too stylised and comes off as a stereotype of the supposed powerful black woman that uses it like a stick when she feels like it and denies it when she feels like it.
She's projects, is judgemental, lies and sets up traps when irked but in also, projects feelings of empathy or understanding weighted to her own loss, anger or expectations in feelings.
But the real crazy comes when you learn that she's not only an alcohol addict but is drinking herself into a stupor at night but thinks she can still practice just fine. The conceit that an addict can condition themselves to only drink at set times is beyond ignorant and stupid to what an addict is and does. Yet, there she is, having blackout drunk sessions but then fanning her hair and wearing 'classy' clothes everyday with patients, just fine.
The patients are clearly set here; s the rich white guy to hate, the young black woke student to feel empathy with whenever she cries victim to race hate in her privileged upbringing and a Hispanic bipolar carer that Brooke constantly fawns over projecting her own loss of a son.
To say this run necessitates viewers park their skullcap is an understatement.
However, the surprise here is that conceit aside, it is still very engaging due to it's lead in large part but also to the actors portraying the patients that deliver so well. If you can, as absurd as it sounds, get past the huge flaws, it's still well worth a view and sits above most content out there.
This run, with Uzo Aduba, has fallen into the trap of absurdity far too soon. She's far too stylised and comes off as a stereotype of the supposed powerful black woman that uses it like a stick when she feels like it and denies it when she feels like it.
She's projects, is judgemental, lies and sets up traps when irked but in also, projects feelings of empathy or understanding weighted to her own loss, anger or expectations in feelings.
But the real crazy comes when you learn that she's not only an alcohol addict but is drinking herself into a stupor at night but thinks she can still practice just fine. The conceit that an addict can condition themselves to only drink at set times is beyond ignorant and stupid to what an addict is and does. Yet, there she is, having blackout drunk sessions but then fanning her hair and wearing 'classy' clothes everyday with patients, just fine.
The patients are clearly set here; s the rich white guy to hate, the young black woke student to feel empathy with whenever she cries victim to race hate in her privileged upbringing and a Hispanic bipolar carer that Brooke constantly fawns over projecting her own loss of a son.
To say this run necessitates viewers park their skullcap is an understatement.
However, the surprise here is that conceit aside, it is still very engaging due to it's lead in large part but also to the actors portraying the patients that deliver so well. If you can, as absurd as it sounds, get past the huge flaws, it's still well worth a view and sits above most content out there.
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