Shrinking, S1 – 3/5
It takes a minute to catch its footing, and then suddenly, miraculously, everyone gels. There was a Hitman comic by Garth Ennis that started from this premise of demons and telepathy and a superheroic world and gradually it just forgot about those things and focused on a guy who kills bad people and hangs out with his friends. This show, also, starts from this premise of 'therapist trying to shake people out with aggressive therapy' and then it just becomes about people you enjoy hanging out and going through their own shit. It was a good move (though it hasn't completely forgotten its premise, just deprioritized it). The show, though, has the stink of Bill Lawrence. You can hear his playlist, it's a certain sound of sad white men trying desperately to put their sadness aside with a chipper smile and cheery expression. I generally enjoy his work! But, left to run rampant, that playlist quickly starts to sound the same, and the feel-good schmaltz overwhelms. It's a tight wire to walk and, like the latest season of Ted Lasso is proving, he's prone to stumble.
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