Usually, on a good night, my Netflix experience involves scrolling through a seemingly endless list of surprisingly limited possibilities and checking for a third season of Bojack Horseman, before giving in and re-watching five episodes of It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia. It’s a dark, wonderful slice of homicidal comedic genius and I can’t get enough of it. If anything, the show seems to get better and better the crazier Frank’s hair gets.
Then a friend of mine asked me if I’d watched any of the blooper reels on YouTube, and I had to reply, “No…” Finally, I remembered the short-lived (and anti-climactic) conversation and rectified the situation. I’m not sure why it took so long. Maybe I didn’t want to break the spell. To ruin the illusion of Paddy’s Pub and see the gang as real, perhaps even decent, human beings – and not as the deviant Philly psychopaths I’ve come to love and loathe in equal measures. In the end, it was well worth the clicks.