Barrywas 2018s most disturbing crime drama and 2018s funniest showbiz farce.
Co-creatorBill Hadershined as the profoundly confounding title character, a soft-spoken sweetheart with a black-hole soul.
I have smart friends who swearBarryshouldve ended there.
Its a trendy notion now: the one-season wonder, the anthology, the limited event, or whatever.
But I think the best attribute in television storytelling is longevity.
Her death weighs on Barrys conscience.
Season 2 struggles to tie together theBreaking Bad-ly underworld ultraviolence with the inside-Hollywood comedy.
Barry and Sally both face ghosts from their past.
Noho Hank enters the funny-wig phase of his breakout-character career.
Were my friends right?
I refuse to believe that!
Shut up, you smart idiots!
I enjoy Carrigans good humor and love how Goldberg portrays Sallys narcissistic ambition with an unblinking lack of vanity.
Stephen Roots Fuches returns, more flop-sweaty than ever.
Flashbacks to Barrys Afghanistan days lead Hader toward freakier corners of his psychos psyche.
The answer is obvious, and its not no.
Our heros damned himself, and the results are damned funny.B+
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