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Fills (temporarily, at least) the space in my heart which was left empty with the conclusion of PFFR's Wonder Showzen, and certainly the best media of its "sort" since Derrick Beckles' two-season show, Hot Package.
Jack Henry Robbins gives me hope for the future of Adult-Swim-esque (for lack of a better phrase) absurdist comedy/critique. Brilliant pastiche; very much my shit.
Also contains an astonishing Weyes Blood performance, for fellow fans of Natalie Mering's genius. Can't wait for Oscilloscope to release this so that I can re-watch it obsessively, at least until the commentary starts to smack me into an uncomfortable stupor.