Direct Link to Latest News

 

"Broad City" TV Show: Sick is the New Healthy

April 13, 2016


Satanic possession means we are mental prisoners of the Masonic Jewish central bankers.

Cabalist (Masonic) Judaism is Satanism.  (Satanism inverts good and evil; true and false; natural & unnatural.) The hit comedy Broad City is another example of how the mass media inducts society into Jewish dysfunction and perversity. This show is so offensive I can barely watch it. 

Broad City chronicles the lives of two loudmouthed Jewish broads who have been cut loose from marriage and family by feminism. Socially and biologically redundant, they are going crazy but making it seem normal. They have no careers. No boyfriends. No charm. No beauty. The show is non-stop vulgarity, promiscuity, lesbianism and excretory references. Yet it is heralded as a brilliant "comedy" by virtually everyone. "Disgusting" is the new "funny." 

Cabalist Judaism is  about destroying the world in order to conquer it. The show normalizes mental illness, body odor, foul language and sexual obsession. It is pure evil and people are celebrating and embracing it.  Western society doesn't know it is a Jewish solipsism. The Jewish experience is presented as a positive model. Gay Jewish behavior is presented as goy straight. (See also "TV's Luciferian message.") Satanic Jews and their Freemason allies indeed are God. They create a repugnant reality, homage to themselves and Satan. 


Emily Nussbaum's positive New Yorker Review is abridged below:

Jewish reviewer Nussbaum praises: "Broad City's compassionate take on shit and sex, its insistence that bodies out of control are hilarious and lovely, not dirty and grotesque."   There it is folks- ugly is beautiful. Satanism.

"All of which would be self-indulgent if it weren't for the fact that the episode is non-stop funny. The clever dialogue revs it up, but the jokes click in because of the sheer anarchic strangeness of Jacobson's performance, as she masturbates an eggplant and falls backward into a display of bulk beans, mid-twerk. "



by Emily Nussbaum 
(abridged by henrymakow.com) 


Stoner comedy about two woke girls, created by the best friends Abbi Jacobson and Ilana Glazer, "Broad City" launched, in 2009, as a set of shaggy, self-produced Web sketches. In 2014, it evolved into a confident sitcom début on Comedy Central, produced by Amy Poehler. From the start, the show attracted blazing devotees. Two years ago, when Jacobson and Glazer performed at the Bell House, in Brooklyn, the crowd around me was screaming as if we were at a Beatles concert, which maybe we were. In a post-"Louie" world, in which all the best sitcoms deal in melancholy and rage, "Broad City" offers something zany, warmhearted, and sweetly liberatory, like a piñata spilling out Red Hots, Plan B, and pot snickerdoodles.

In the grand TV-sitcom tradition, Jacobson and Glazer play less driven, less competent versions of their younger selves. Abbi is a klutzy romantic with a dead-end job, mopping up pubic hair at a health club called Soulstice and mooning after dudes in man buns. Ilana is a horndog narcissist who torments her co-workers at a Groupon-like Internet startup called Deals Deals Deals. One of the girls lives in Queens, the other in Brooklyn, but they're glued together in ways that anyone who has been in one of those friendships might recognize: they text non-stop, Skype during sex (well, Ilana does), smoke up, cheerlead, and justify each other's grossest mistakes. The first season was pretty much perfect, the second more hit-and-miss; but the first three episodes of the new season are solid. They also raise the stakes, slightly, when Abbi scores a longed-for promotion to trainer, while Ilana gets promoted--and then almost immediately canned, after she tweets out a viral bestiality video. (A well-intentioned one! She was trying to advertise a deal on colonics.)

The show nails the texture of modern New York, from the breastfeeding crone who rules the food co-op (a fantastic cameo by Melissa Leo) to the needlessly bitchy sorority girl in line at a Williamsburg bakery. But even when its characters fail epically, as they often do, the show feels optimistic, a daydream of two goofy slobs pinballing through life, every obstacle they meet just something new to ricochet off.

640 (1).jpg
While "Broad City" is often praised for its warm portrait of friendship and sexual frankness, the spine of the show is genius slapstick. The first new episode tosses three axes in the air in the intro--a split-screen montage, showing a year of intimate bathroom gags--and then keeps juggling, offering up seven increasingly elaborate sequences of physical comedy. 

In the first act, Abbi is pulled, chest first, into a sewer grating; a pop-up sale turns into a riot; and Ilana gets her bicycle chain locked around her waist. The second act is an elegant two-step sequence, in which Abbi, desperate to pee, sneaks into a construction site's porta-potty, which is then pulled up into the air by a crane--and when she escapes, gasping in relief, Ilana, who is wearing that bicycle chain, gets hooked onto the back of a bread truck, which drives off. The whole bit is perfectly timed and edited, down to the punch line: when Abbi runs over to bawl out the truck driver, she finds him watching porn as he drives. "Nice ass!" he screams as she walks away. "I know!" she yells back, in exasperation.

Later, Ilana gets magnetized to a giant set of dangling metal testicles at an art exhibit. It's the kind of lunatic image the show specializes in, an echo of classic comedy, like the disembodied nose in Woody Allen's "Sleeper." And while it works as a literal payoff to Ilana's rants about being trapped by patriarchy, it's also satisfying as raw comedy physics; even after Abbi rescues Ilana, she keeps trying to balance the balls, adjusting a spiky pubic hair--a good citizen to the end....

On a recent podcast with the critic Andy Greenwald, Glazer described the show's premise as "vulnerability is strength." Out of context, that might sound gooey, but it reveals something about "Broad City" 's compassionate take on shit and sex, its insistence that bodies out of control are hilarious and lovely, not dirty and grotesque. Jacobson and Glazer's take on identity politics--and their characters' well-intentioned but barely informed fourth-wave, queerish, anti-rape/pro-porn intersectional feminism--is a more intricate matter, both a part of the show's philosophy and a subject of its satire. When it comes to race, the series has had a particularly complicated arc, stretching back to the Web sketches, which included a loving homage to "Do the Right Thing," with Abbi and Ilana punching the air like Rosie Perez.

It's a provocative, unsettling routine that hits from multiple angles. There's Abbi's surprisingly harsh view of her friend. (Ilana isn't any better at doing Abbi: she mewls, "Hi. I'm Abbi. I love pugs. My fahmily comes from a long line of Colonial Jews.") The bit mocks white women, like Ilana, who glom on to black politics. And it suggests a cathartic, ongoing wrestling match with the show's own tricksy position, drawing a line between this coarse and manipulative Ilana and the endearing hustler whom fans love. It's the type of meta-comedy that TV sitcoms often experiment with once they are no longer novelties, when the creators have begun to engage, consciously or unconsciously, in a conversation with viewers' responses.

All of which would be self-indulgent if it weren't for the fact that the episode is non-stop funny. The clever dialogue revs it up, but the jokes click in because of the sheer anarchic strangeness of Jacobson's performance, as she masturbates an eggplant and falls backward into a display of bulk beans, mid-twerk. The show's secret engine, however, may be its willingness to tiptoe close to failure. There's an argument that any critique of comedy is a joke-killer. But great comedians don't fold and sulk when people raise questions--they just make better bits and bolder, more ambitious jokes. Vulnerability is strength! And a nervous laugh is also a laugh, after all. ♦
-----

Related- "In a healthy society, a train wreck like Lena Dunham would be a painful embarrassment. But in a satanically possessed society, she is the new normal."








Scruples - the game of moral dillemas

Comments for " "Broad City" TV Show: Sick is the New Healthy"

Smokie said (April 15, 2016):

So devastatingly ugly and rotten, I couldn't get past three minutes of the trailer!

Now, I grew up in Brooklyn. Thank God it was at a time before Graffiti and this wickedness. We hung together and always respected the chicks (debs).

We were cool in every respect; The way we talked, the way we acted, and the way we dressed.

I've no idea where in the world this producer got his material from except the sewer and/or satan himself.
What pathetical garbage. Couldn't even read the reviews! Thank God I went on the Road when I did. Do I miss New York? Never!​


Smokey said (April 14, 2016):

So devastatingly ugly and rotten, I couldn't get past three minutes of the trailer!

Now, I grew up in Brooklyn. Thank God it was at a time before Graffiti and this wickedness. We hung together and always respected the chicks (debs).

We were cool in every respect; The way we talked, the way we acted, and the way we dressed.

I've no idea where in the world this producer got his material from except the sewer and/or satan himself.
What pathetical garbage. Couldn't even read the reviews! Thank God I went on the Road when I did. Do I miss New York? Never!​


Larry C said (April 13, 2016):

Henry, yet another indication our world is in a hand basket on its way to hell is how snuff videos have become mainstream under the guise of news. Check some recent Yahoo headlines:

"Graphic video shows attacker killing British tourist in San Francisco"
Los Angeles Times

"Surveillance Shows Chilling Moments Before 8-Year-Old Kidnapped, Murdered"

"Video surfaces of top football recruit ‘repeatedly punching’ woman"

"Video shows feuding neighbor fatally shooting family's dog in Mead Valley"

"Dramatic police shooting video from officer's POV"

"Shocking video shows school worker punching autistic boy after racial remark"

Not too long ago, snuff videos were underground business for titillating the sick and perverted. Now society in general is so sick and perverted that snuff videos are the norm. Look for public executions to be the next entertainment trend.


JJ said (April 13, 2016):

Thanks for the popular culture update, I think.
Not having cable for some time, I wouldn't have heard of this show, just like I would have been pretty much unaware of "Girls," with that degenerate yenta who wrote about molesting her sister. Have I got the right one?

All I see here are two Sarah Silvermans for the price of one. No wonder the New York Whatever calls it "brilliant" (I do remember sitting through a few episodes of SS before pulling the plug).

One thing I'd like to mention: just like with SS, even after all the toilet humor and depravity in general, we, the audience, are STILL supposed to see these women as beautiful, desirable, even.


James C said (April 13, 2016):

I can't watch most t.v. anymore; it's getting so sick and so disgusting. Broad City sounds as sick and perverse at the Talmud. Maybe that's the source of its inspiration.


Henry Makow received his Ph.D. in English Literature from the University of Toronto in 1982. He welcomes your comments at