Sometimes in this business, you have to make the big calls. Throw caution to the wind. Tell it like it is. Go all in. Today, friends, is one of those days. So buckle up because we’re going full throttle into this thing. Barry is the best show on television and it’s not even close.
Yeah, yeah Succession. Yeah, yeah The White Lotus. Yeah, yeah Yellowjackets. Yeah, yeah etc etc. Look, I’m not saying any of these are bad shows. They’re great shows. I’m simply saying Barry is better.
This shouldn’t surprise readers who have stomached this column and its eccentric calls for years now. Since Barry first shot onto screens back in 2018 I’ve been banging on about how great it is. And then I’ve banged on about its greatness again and again every year since.
But this year it’s different. I’m making a bigger deal than usual about it because we’re at the last-chance saloon, the bar’s about to close and they’re calling out for last drinks. You see, in a few short weeks, Barry’s final ever episode will screen and then that will be that. If you don’t get onboard now the ship will sail off into the sunset and you’ll have missed out on a series that is destined to join the pantheon of television greats like The Sopranos, The Wire and Better Call Saul.
Sure, in this age of streaming, it’s not like the old days when a show aired once and then you had to pray to the TV gods that it’d be repeated a few years down the line out of primetime, but still. You will miss out on the conversation. And in our disposable, watch-and-forget era, the conversation is all we really have.