Watching my second Fyre Festival documentary of the week… this… it gets weirder with every minute of footage I watch.
Writing for so many sites (as of today I work on six sites a day including this one), it’s easy for me to forget what I write for each site. As I sat here pondering what to discuss today, I came to the shocking realization I have not talked at all about the second season of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.
It’s always so easy for a show to go off the rails in its second season, especially where it felt like it had won every award there was to be had. And to be honest, the first two episodes of this season weren’t my favorites. They were fine, but I felt a bit slow as they dealt with some of the fallout from the end of season 1. But then… then the family packed up and headed to the Catskills.
I would have been quite happy if the entire season had taken place in this setting. The absurdity was cranked up considerably while somehow finding a way to remain balanced and never feeling like it was something that couldn’t have happened back in those glory days of the summer camps. It’s bautifully shot and finds just the perfect balance of drama and humor.
While only a few episodes of the season were spent in this setting, it was amazing, and from there on out the season was just a delight.
As someone who fancies himself a writer, there are times when watching something like The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel is painful. It’s not that it’s bad, it’s actually the opposite. I know that no matter how much I would slave over something, I could never write anything that would come with even shouting distance of this series.
Yes, a large portion of it is the acting – I have a feeling more awards on their way to Rachel Brosnahan and Alex Borstein – but the words they are given to work with are otherworldy bordering on the etherial.
The series has already been picked up for season 3, and I simply can’t wait for it. I’ve watched season 1 three times, and I’m failry certain season 2 will be the same.