The misogynistic fun fest that is Fox’s The Last Man on Earth is my latest binge/purge. TLMN is one of those shows that falls into itself as the first season moves towards climax. The main character begins to focus towards being a slightly better person and as such completes the rotund picture of who we would be should we be in his shoes. It isn’t high art, but I like it. In truth, there isn’t much that is good right now.
John Truby quipped that the best new stuff coming out is on TV, but I must admit that stuff is few and farm between. Above all else, that stuff is unsustainable, which is the curse of TV in some way. TV is meant to be sustainable in the old model. The new model ought to point to limited duration shows that maximize audience and have a complete character arc with a beginning, middle, and defined end in sight.