SPOILERS FOR ALL OF BOJACK HORSEMAN AHEAD.
As I’ve previously stated, BoJack Horseman is a masterful show, balancing between genres to unapologetically tell the story of a depressed, alcoholic horse-man trying to become better. It manages to weave episodic storytelling (i.e. the one where BoJack steals a shot with his director for a movie he’s starring in) into the grander seasonal storyline (his director is fired for her participation in that scheme) which connects to a broader theme (BoJack needs to make amends for the people he’s hurt). Now that I’ve finished Season 3 within 3 days of its release, my faith in the show’s writers grows stronger. Here’s to Netflix’s most famous reverse-centaur.
When I was younger, I was terrified of adult animated comedy shows. They were such fickle bastards; I’d initially think they were innocent cartoons, watch them in front of my parents, and then four “fucks” and three sex jokes later, my parents would flip a shit and do everything but discontinue our cable service.
Things have changed since then. I’ve been invested in Family Guy, with its wacky cut-off gags essential to the show’s comedic engine, and Rick and Morty, a recent Adult Swim cartoon about an alcoholic genius scientist traveling around time and space with his mentally challenged but morally upstanding grandson. Recently, on the recommendation of a friend, I began watching Netflix’s hilarious, wacky, and heartwarming new animated series, BoJack Horseman.
And like they say, the third time’s the charm.