Bored to Death? More like BORED to Death!
Okay, Bored to Death, what the hell? I’ve given you like five episodes at this point and not only do you refuse to get good, you refuse to even acknowledge your premise.
Jason Schwartzman as neurotic Philip Marlowe = Comedy Gold. So why does this show exploit none of the tropes of the genre its ostensibly riffing on? Every episode is a boring Point A to Point B slog with almost no mystery. It’s much more a male Sex in the City than anything else. Ted Danson is pretty much the only reason I’m still watching, but if the series doesn’t deliver on the second half of its first two-parter this weekend, it’ll be time for me to give up and go back to waiting for Slackers 2.