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Bojack Horseman: when an horse explain us what life is

Review by @serialfiller · 2210d · of BoJack Horseman

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The seriality of these years has expanded so much among the genres and innovated so much that it has been able to create unexpected jewels in the most hidden places and in the most surprising shapes. In this context, an absolute masterpiece of the television medium emerges from a lustre that has been able to caress, tear apart and deepen the human soul as perhaps no other series had been able to do before, if not perhaps Mad Men by Matthew Wiener, and has done so through the use of animation, abandoning the classic styles such that a film or animated series should entertain, lighten and relax the nerves of the viewer. We are obviously talking about Bojack Horseman, an animated series produced by Netflix and created by Raphael Bob - Waksberg. Among the producers of the series we find well-known faces of the small screen like Will Arnett (Arrested Development) and Aaroon Paul (Breaking Bad) here also as voice actors.

The weird thing about both your parents being dead is it means that you're next. I mean, you know, obviously it's not like there's a wait list for dying. Any one of us could get run over by a Snapchatting teen at any moment. And you would think that knowing that would make us more adventurous, and kind, and forgiving. But it makes us small, and stupid, and petty. I actually had a near-death experience, recently. A stunt went bad and I fell off a building. I'm an actor. I do my own stunts. I'm on this new show, "Philbert". I'm Philbert. Star of the show. It hasn't come out yet, but it's already getting Emmy buzz. Oh, speaking of buzz [inhales] I've to take two of these every morning, but my days are so screwed up 'cause of the shooting schedule, I don't even know what morning means anymore. There's a joke in there somewhere, about a guy who's been to so many funerals, he doesn't even know what mourning means anymore. Let you guys figure that one out for yourselves. [gulps] Anyway, you know what I thought when I was falling off the building and I went into panic mode? The last thing that my stupid brain could come up with before I died? "Won't they be sorry." Cool thought, brain.

The protagonist of the series is a horse named Bojack Horseman, a star in the Hollywood jet set, who plays a leading role in the series. The setting is that of Hollywood in fact and of the entire film-television carriage that dots the Los Angeles of today. We don't have men but animals of every species with features, movements and faces often human in order to create a mythology and a metaphorical narrative that uses references to the animal world to identify characteristics and weaknesses of the various characters. The long quotation above is taken from one of the most beautiful episodes of Bojack Horseman and perhaps the whole seriality. An episode entitled "Free Churro" of the fifth season of the series that sees Bojack as the protagonist of an uninterrupted monologue lasting 30 round minutes during the funeral of his dead and beloved-hated mother. This would be enough to convince you to see it, to give you the figure of how much this series is able to touch esitial and universal themes as few others know how to do. Bojack is himself, is he really himself day after day? Are his ethically questionable choices, his affection for alcohol and casual relationships the result of what he is or what he must be in order to survive? When does Bojack wear a mask? Maybe always, maybe never. Bet after bet after bet we always fall lower and lower with him but bet after bet we always feel we can get up before everything explodes again reaching a new point of apparent no return. And yet even a person so superficial in appearance, so frivolous, so tied to earthly joys has continuous crises of conscience, indeed perhaps he can touch personal strings much stronger than those that could touch for himself and for others who have lived a constant life and that we would define normal in the commonly recognized meaning. His mood swings, his continuous sinking are due to the increasingly pressing need to find a meaning to a life that could seem successful to everyone. And it is precisely the search for a meaning to life, or the non-sense of life, that is the key to the whole series. In the incessant search for something that can give even the hope that living can really lead to something true, deep and meaningful, the whole story unravels and the story manages to live of very varied facets in continuous mixing and confusion between them. A true treatise on the maximum systems of life that has some astounding. Not only Bojack but also many other compressors that catalyze on them and on the protagonist many angles of life and doubt that are instilled in the spectator. In Bojack Horseman you will hear so much about life, death and identity, but in an encyclopedic, but never didactic way, themes such as love, romantic love, and universal love will be touched. You will hear about fatherhood, motherhood, broken and stolen affections and constructed or sincere affections, hypocrisy and regret, dedication and disappointment, physical and psychological violence, business and economics, cinema and TV with references metatestuali by chills, dreams and failures. You will hear about life They will be puppets talking to you, inanimate animated beings who will give voice to your innermost fears, doubts, uncertainties and will never try to pamper you, to reassure you, to absolve you but will try to strip you bare, put you in front of the mirror and ask you who you are, what direction you are taking, how much your memories, your experiences and your memories are worth. It will be a horse-headed man who will make you enter the imaginary psychological torture chamber towards yourself, he will do it in an irreverent but elegant way, making you smile several times but be careful to lower your guard because when you least expect it he will betray you, and you will perhaps betray yourself while you are in front of the mirror asking yourself:

Who am I?

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Comments · 1

  • @oryans.belt(66)· 2208d

    Definitely struck a relatable chord in places. Great post.