At first glance,gay erotice dads friends the title of this week's You're The Worst-- "The Last Sunday Funday" -- seems innocuous enough. As the characters immediately show and tell us, Sunday Funday is played out. It is no longer better than a Monday or best done the drunk way -- it's been hijacked by the people our characters would look down upon (read: us) and it's time to pack in the tradition.
But that's not all.
After two seasons of abject selfishness and reckless indifference to the wider world, our characters may be looking at the proverbial last Sunday Funday of their lives -- the last chance to act without consequence before they have to get their acts together.
Once they discover the archaic nature of their weekend ritual, the gang looks for alternatives. They're all highly motivated to waste a Sunday; Edgar needs distractions from his PTSD, Lindsay from her husband Paul, and while Jimmy claims to not need any emotional diversions, I maintain that he's time bomb of grief to which his friends turn a deaf ear as the ticking grows louder.
In the end, it's Gretchen who offers a viable option and an honest reason for it: She wants to search for an ultra-secret speakeasy, and she wants a win after her battle with depression. The gang begrudgingly agrees -- though not until after Lindsay lashes out and calls Gretchen a bitch for even suggesting it and daring to declare that Lindsay needs to make a decision about Paul.
The speakeasy scavenger hunt is insanely difficult and just as fun. Jimmy tries his hardest to be curmudgeonly, but of course his obsession increases as the puzzle deepens. At first, he seizes the opportunity to show off his superior intelligence, but he's up against Gretchen's enthusiasm, Edgar's training and Lindsay's obscure knowledge of ragtime.
Speaking of ragtime, the gang enlists the help of resident music expert Sam to decode the musical clue (they also learn that Shitstain eloped, which is truly heartwarming). He casually gifts Edgar a vape, which ends up calming his nerves perhaps a little too much.
Our heroes continue their quest and end up at a pay phone, where a vanishing man with a briefcase leaves their next clue.
Through all of this, Gretchen and Lindsay become increasingly more vicious to each other (a scene with an ice cream cone is particularly brutal). It’s a little jarring/unexpected/abrupt even for two such volatile people, and likely triggered by Lindsay’s panic and Gretchen’s temporary emotional equilibrium. Maybe that’s why, despite the abundant expletives on You’re The Worst, what feels the most cutting this episode is two friends calling each other “bitch.”
In a rare moment that alludes to their abandoned romantic undercurrents, Edgar opens up to Lindsay about the nature of his PTSD. He’s well into a lengthy explanation when she points out that he’s unaffected by the popping and cracking fireworks behind him.
It turns out that Edgar’s friends do care about him, at least when there are pyrotechnical proceedings involved; He buys a bundle of fireworks to use for immersion therapy and the others happily set these off in an abandoned shipyard. When it’s all over, Jimmy asks, probably for the first time ever and with genuine concern, “Are you okay?”
Maybe. But that’s a start.
After that interlude of character growth, Edgar follows the rest of the group’s adventure on the edges, wearing a serene, oblivious expression. Is this post-PTSD Edgar? Or is it just the weed? (That’s a joke. It’s the weed). He even keeps his cool when his friends decide to break into the home of a Mexican family, believing it to be the covertly hidden speakeasy entrance. It isn’t, but the small seed of doubt is enough to keep you guessing through a whole scene of domestic ransacking, after which the fab five (shoutout to Paul) end up in jail.
Only onYou’re The Worst would a cell toilet be the entrance to a chic bar, and only on You’re The Worstdoes it work (recall, if you will, another seminal toilet scene, between Paul and Vernon in the Season 2 finale).
After one of their most trying days, our characters get the break they were so desperately craving; Gretchen found her bar, Edgar found peace, Jimmy sees his girl satisfied, and Lindsay finally admits to Paul that she wants to sleep with other people. It’s all rounded out with a vocal performance by Jimmy that would pack more punch if Broad Cityhadn’t rocked the pants off of it in 2015.
Still, you can’t fault him for it. Like everyone else on this Sunday Funday, he needed a win.
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