Penned by a 2012 Tumblr algorithm, soundtracked by a Spotify Discover Weekly playlist, shot like a Pinterest ad. Not enough aerial shots of cars driving and delicious food IMHO. The greatest trick Netflix played was convincing us that Noah Centineo is more desirable than Jordan Fisher.
Massively disappointing. Concludes a beautiful, poignant, rich TV saga about family and identity on a bizarre, self-indulgent note. Comedic moments are clunky, dramatic moments are overly earnest to the point of emotional exploitation, and each of the character arcs feels so rushed that you begin to wonder just what the point of everything was. The musical numbers serve no purpose other than to perhaps amplify the campy ambition of the show, but they could all easily be distilled into dialogue. And my god, are they painful to watch. As a Jew myself, I can guarantee you there's nothing good that comes from a song called "Joy-a-caust."