Broad City Comedy Central Show Review

Oh, little doves, I know what you’re thinking. You’ve either never heard of “Broad City”— not as a web series, or in its’ current incarnation as a Comedy Central series executive produced by beautiful, tropical fish Amy Poehler — or you’re my mom and you’re all like, “What is a broad city, anyway? Is that what you gentrifying youths are calling New York these days?” Or you have heard of “Broad City,” and you’re like, “Sweet baby Dumbledore, another one of those ‘Girls’ shows?”

May I speak plainly? That’s your first problem. Don’t compare “Broad City” to “Girls.” They are not remotely the same, young ones. You may not believe me, but two different shows about women in their 20s can exist on the same plane. Susan B. Anthony didn’t die for nothing! JK, I don’t know her history.

“Broad City” is a super enjoyable, low-stakes romp through the everyday lives of two young, ambiguously Jewish New Yorkers. They cover all the really basic stuff that nobody really talks about, but that everyone suffers through: buying weed for the first time, doing your own taxes, cleaning a dude’s house in your underwear to make cash for a Lil Wayne concert — I mean, we’ve all been there, am I right, ladies? But despite these low stakes, “Broad City” really delivers.

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A lot has been said about Ilana’s Glazer character, also named Ilana; she’s apparently a new kind of character for television, but mostly she’s just a character that’s usually a dude. She’s lusty, she’s crude, and she smokes a ton of weed. I mean, she has a vaporizer. Tons of these girls exist in real life, and it certainly shouldn’t be too much of a phenomenon to see one stirring up trouble on the telly. But I’d also like to call attention to Abbi Jacobson’s Abbi, who in last week’s episode proved herself adept to physical comedy like a motherflipping pro. Among other things, she literally rolls away and out of a room to avoid a situation where she’s mistaken for a mother. It’s amazing. She has a flair for playing the straight man in shambles against Ilana’s crazy manic energy.

And look, we don’t need to have an ongoing, never-ending, eternal conversation about whether or not these characters are likable, because it’s irrelevant. Would you go on and on about whether or not any of the dudes from “Workaholics” are likable? Nah, son. These women aren’t trying to prove anything (although they do give good show); it’s your standard escapist comedy, just with women who may or may not be perpetual stoners, instead of men. There’s a sense of ordinariness in “Broad City,” albeit a heightened sense of ordinariness. It’s familiar and it’s natural, and Abbi and Ilana have a real-life chemistry that lends their fictional selves a home-grown comfort that’s become so rare. The characters’ are both totally independent but super codependent on each other’s friendship, and that’s something I can relate to. Also, they seem like a good time.

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All in all, this is a crude, fun little show that’s just a delight to watch and doesn’t make the audience work too hard trying to figure out conspiracies, or zombies, or whatever else is on the telly these days. I’m looking forward to watching “Broad City” grow. Although the first episode seemed more like a series of related sketches, the second episode proved more cohesive. Comedy Central gets the whole waywardness of a coupla youths thing pretty right— ”Workaholics,” I’ll mention again, because that show is AMAZEBALLS— so truly, these broads can only get better. It’s also nice to know that other people out there in the world have as much trouble procuring weed as us real life plebes, even if they are fictional.

Besides, now I know that walking through a park whispering “Weed” to every passerby will make me seem like a dealer, and that the best place to put weed is your vagina. You know, for safe keeping.