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Our review of 2 Broke Girls: The Complete First Season (Blu-ray), published September 19th, 2012, is also available.
"You've heard, 'When God closes a door, he opens a window?' He's running from his landlord."—Max Black
Order up! Twenty four episodes of 2 Broke Girls: The Complete Second Season:
• "And The Hidden Stash"
I missed season one of this extremely popular femcom, so in order to prep for its sophomore year, I consulted Judge Patrick Bromley's first season review. Apparently, 2 Broke Girls runs like a crosstown bus; if miss the first one, don't fret; there's another just like it coming soon. Did you miss the racial stereotypes and paper-thin characterizations? They're back. How about those up-to-the-minute pop culture references, guaranteed to become increasingly stale and meaningless with each revolution of the sun? Done and done.
The title creatures, Max (Kat Dennings) and Caroline (Beth Behrs), still share an amazingly spacious and well-equipped Brooklyn apartment—with room in the yard for a horse, no less—though they're apparently poverty-stricken. The girls still toil by day at the dumpy diner owned by diminutive Korean punch line Han Lee (Matthew Moy), and spend their off-hours trying to successfully launch their homemade cupcake business. Their abrasively loud and Polish upstairs neighbor Sophie (Jennifer Coolidge) regularly drops by both sets, to babble almost incoherently about her marathon sex-life with fellow Eastern-bloc refugee Oleg (Jonathan Kite), who also happens to hold down the head cook position at the diner, where 76-year-old ex-coke fiend Earl (Garrett Morris) keeps everyone's spirits up with his endless reminiscences, drawn from a lifetime of binging and whoring around. Charming, eh?
Surprisingly, yes—or at least, charming often enough to get me through this assignment without gouging my eyes out, though I'll admit that trolling through the three disc set from top to bottom sometimes made for hard slogging, indeed.
What can I say? Off the top of my head, this low-rent update of Laverne and Shirley earns the distinction of being the filthiest network sitcom I've ever seen that doesn't employ R-Rated (or premium cable) swear words and feature nudity. That's neither good nor bad, but neither does it detract from the fact that most of the potty-mouthed bon mots spewing from Dennings' beautiful kisser induced more winces than laughs. Here's a sampler of sheer Maxisms:
• "Wow. That's the first time I've ever said I loved anything out loud. Except Robitussin."
• "I've had plenty of pearl necklaces, and I find them more sticky than lucky."
• "I'll see anything. Unless it's in 3-D. I mean, if stuff's gonna be flying at my face…I'd better get a free prime rib out of it."
• "There's so much mold growing in there, that cherry pie is gonna need a pap smear."
• "I've had my hands in more boxes tonight than a gynecologist at a free clinic."
• "I smell baked crotch. Can balls fart? Because I feel like I'm smelling that, too!"
With Max cornering the verbal market, the "physical comedienne" role goes, by default, to Caroline, the otherwise sunny and sweet partner, who earns her guffaws by spurting blood, urine, and projectile vomit, in addition to sporting a "two foot long" strand of facial hair, and doing a pratfall onto a pack of rats. Honestly, I can't remember a more inherently likeable bunch of characters being put through more writer-inflicted abuse than the gang that gathers regularly at Han's diner.
"I call it 'high low-brow humor,'" explains co-creator Michael Patrick King. "It's very low-brow, but from a very sophisticated point of view."
Yeah, whatever. I call it a four-letter shame that the same man who thought the world needed Sex And The City 2 has the reins, leading a truly magical cast through the muck and mire of bitchy one-liners, in yet another disposable three camera "filmed before a studio audience" set-up, which I'm thinking the world needs like another Olsen twins joke.
Keeping that deja vu spirit alive are the "Special Features": a gag reel, deleted (excuse me—unaired) scenes, and a trio of featurettes, recapping the season and bringing those talents from both sides of the camera together for some softball questions and self-congratulations, with plenty of giggling at each other's anecdotes. If this sort of thing appeals to you, you'll be glad to know that Warner Brothers presents the whole hot mess in state of the art picture and sound.
In summation, there's a pair of obviously talented and stunningly beautiful female leads, parading about in provocative clothing and talking dirty almost non-stop. And somehow, my strongest desire is to wash my eyes out with a couple of black and white The Andy Griffith Show episodes? There's something wrong here—there's something very, very wrong here!
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