Sinclair stars as The Guy, a New York City-based bicycle messenger who delivers marijuana all over the boroughs. Co-creators (and married couple) Katja Blichfeld and Ben Sinclair provide pre-episode commentary, often alongside guest actors who appeared in the episode. This free-form web series was so successful and hilarious that HBO picked it up in 2016 and ordered six episodes, while also adding the first six seasons to its streaming platforms. It’s hilarious, bloody, sometimes heartbreaking, and regularly features an alcoholic Commissioner Gordon who doesn’t understand why Batman won’t hang out socially. As both an animated series and one free of content restrictions in terms of language or violence, Harley Quinn is the best send-up of the superhero world since The Tick. Supported by her best friend Poison Ivy, Harley forms a crew composed of the hopeless theater geek Clayface, the psychic Professor Psycho (who’s persona non-grata among DC’s villains for using the wrong sexist slur too often), and King Shark, who initially just wants to do tech support. The series opens with a final, decisive break between her and the Joker, and what remains deals with her learning to be her own woman and villain in the aftermath. The animated Harley Quinn series is, believe it or not, the best of them. Along with video games and comics, since 2016, Margot Robbie has played the ruthless Joker spin-off in two live-action films, and the character has made appearances in plenty of DC’s animated features. There’s been a glut of Harley Quinn-related media over the past few years. I’M AWAKE! Scramble some eggs and light up an English muffin. Take a ginger shot out of the fridge and let it burn its way down the back of my throat. Like, ’90s-style hungover, which is when Zach and I became friends. Thursday, February 3ġ0:30 a.m.: I finally get out of bed. So we pound a couple glasses and hope for the best. Jason, Zach’s boyfriend, texts us to drink water. We drink some Rombauer chardonnay because we love the oaky, buttery kiss of a classic Californian chardonnay.ġ1:30 p.m.: As per usual, our night together has gone on a little longer than expected. Gotta celebrate the moments!ħ:30 p.m.: Uh oh! Zach wants to come over after happy hour. We’re celebrating the season two green light with martinis and a fancy caviar toast they have. And, also, so we can get started with the party and wrap it up in time for a respectable bedtime. “We were all so excited.”ĥ p.m.: HAPPY HOUR! I meet my friend Zach at Nougatine at 4:45 p.m., so we can get corner bar seats right as doors open. “A very, like, Rudy moment, carrying us off the field,” she says. Like, I don't know, ‘Make me another drink, bitch,’ and you have to make that into a song.” It sounds like fodder for a future scene in Somebody Somewhere-the green light for season two having arrived at an auspicious time, as Everett details below. “If it were up to me, I would just lay on the couch and stare at the wall all day, so I need to have deadlines and goals.” The group also has a hook challenge-“which is some funny shit that somebody said at the previous songwriter’s. “I have my songwriter group on Tuesday, and I do not have a song,” she says of her monthly meetup with a handful of friends, designed to light a creative fire under everyone’s ass. The same is true for Everett in this three-day wellness diary, where ’70s soul warms up a frigid walk. And all of us-in the audience, on the couch-get to bask in the raucous glory. (In addition to her 2015 Comedy Central special, Gynecological Wonder, she has toured with Amy Schumer, turned up in the original Sex and the City movie, and played a karaoke-slaying mother in 2017’s Patti Cake$.) The aforementioned bosom aside, there’s another elemental through line: “For Sam and for Bridget, there is a connection to the world through the world of music,” Everett says. She is calling from home on the Upper West Side, not far from the restaurant jobs she juggled for years while building momentum onstage. “Big tits with a tender underbelly? I think that's what they have in common,” Everett says, laughing. There is Bridget the downtown cabaret legend-spangled, sweaty, outrageously mesmerizing-who channels the collective id with lyrics like “What I gotta do to get that dick in my mouth?” Meanwhile, on Somebody Somewhere, her semi-autobiographical show now quietly winning hearts on HBO, she plays Sam, a forty-something woman adrift in her Kansas hometown, who comes alive at an after-hours variety show, belting out power ballads from her high school songbooks. What makes a feel-good show? Bridget Everett has figured it out, via two tonally distinct personas.
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