Blew my expectations away. Borderline-pornographic direction and aesthetics courtesy of Hiro Murai, and a surrealism reminiscient of Atlanta in many ways — these stories, these things happening, they are not real but they're still useful vehicles — and in other ways more reminiscient of Bojack Horseman, a show that would also treat you to bouts of tonal whiplash. (This series owes a lot to animation in general, and I think the suspension of disbelief that episodes like 6 require are easier to stomach when you're already looking at cels.)

The chemistry between Erskine and Glover is perfect, both in terms of the highs and the lows; the show nails both the arc and the landing. ^[1] Glover's wardrobe is insanely good. Not a life-changing show, but perfectly executed and if they manage to backdoor themselves into a second season I'll be excited to watch.

★★★★★