National Post (National Edition)
HAPPILY EVER AFTER. MAYBE
YOU’RE THE WORST ENTERS ITS FINAL SEASON
The most recent season of FXX’S astringent comedy You’re the Worst ended, if not with a proposal, at least with a panicked surrender to the idea of marriage. Having fled, The Graduatestyle, from a safe boyfriend, Gretchen (Aya Cash) turned to her dark-night-of-the-soul mate, Jimmy (Chris Geere), and said, “So, what are we thinking, October?” He gulped and grimaced for a short eternity and managed to croak out, “October could work.”
Since the series is a romantic comedy — one of the purest examples on television, if also one of the most twisted, acidulous and sex-drenched — the question for its fifth and final season should be whether it will stick the wedding. And the 13 episodes do loosely follow a matrimonial checklist: site visits, cake tastings, centrepiece choices.
But nowhere does the course of true love run less smoothly than on You’re the Worst, and the season is like one long held breath. Will misanthropic, elitist writer Jimmy, who yells “Eject” when he wants someone else to stop talking, and needy, clinically depressed publicist Gretchen make it to the finish line? A season-long series of cryptic, near-future flash-forwards teases the possibility that they won’t.
It’s the job of romantic comedies to throw obstacles in the way of lifelong happiness, and You’re the Worst has tackled that with unmatched enthusiasm. Gretchen and Jimmy (who met and bonded as the two biggest jerks at someone else’s wedding) were boorish, narcissistic commitment-phobes from the start, and in subsequent seasons the show’s creator, Stephen Falk, worked in Gretchen’s mental illness as a consistent and serious element. Cash has deftly handled the challenge of a character who, when she’s not partying or copulating, spends a lot of time hiding under blankets and staring out windows.
Falk has had mixed success — high in Season 2, lower in Season 4 — in combining the show’s sitcom elements, which emphasize elaborate, erudite, often filthy insult comedy; high- and pop-culture in-jokes; and transgressive, sexually frank physical humour, with a thoughtful consideration of modern love and its psychological burdens.
That juggling act continues in Season 5, as Jimmy and Gretchen’s fraught progress toward adult responsibility is balanced by more farcical subplots involving their small and motley collection of friends. Most of one episode is devoted to three supporting characters — Jimmy’s ex, Becca (Janet Varney), her cartoonish husband, Vernon (Todd Robert Anderson), and wealthy nerd Paul (Allan Mcleod) — who spend an uncomfortable weekend in the country.
Everyone plays with sitcom conventions these days, and Falk’s tweaks of the form aren’t as noticeable as what’s going on in shows like Atlanta or Transparent. And they may get less attention because his characters epitomize sitcom convention: mostly white, straight and relatively privileged.
There’s definitely more going on in You’re the Worst than clever put-downs and romantic sentimentality, though. One of the show’s continuing themes is the importance of the stories the characters tell about themselves — the ways in which persona substitutes for personality — and that’s manifest in the season opener. It’s a meta-episode, a love story that begins in a mid1990s video store and weaves together rom-com tropes from all over, from Ryan-andHanks to Amelie. Late in the episode we learn that it’s a fantasy Gretchen and Jimmy are ad-libbing about themselves to prank a credulous pair of wedding planners.
That episode works, putting a frame around the genre’s Hollywood conventions; it echoes the way in which scenes and episodes often end with a pan up to the nighttime Los Angeles skyline, a promise of romance that always seems just beyond the characters’ reach.
Not all of this season’s ideas are as successful — a later episode, in which Gretchen takes a trip home to the Midwest, feels selfindulgently grim and, in attempting to fill in the background of her mental issues, only emphasizes how on-thesurface the show’s characterizations tend to be.
That’s not a fatal flaw, however, as long as the writing is imaginative and the performances snap. And 13 weeks from now, the landing is indeed stuck, in a finale that answers the questions and satisfies the emotions without short-selling the serious issues. Back in 2015, during the show’s second season, Falk told The New York Times “I believe in the romantic comedy form,” and apparently he still does.