Last night's Maron was epic. As good TV as there is out there. Criminally underrated. Dude takes his own life and dissects it with jaw-droppingly honesty and brutality.
Better than Louie, on par with True Detective and Fargo, just in a more grounded plane.
Turning the therapists into the true dysfunctionals, while staying focused on their own problems. Heartbreaking.
All Redd [Foxx] did all day was coke, grass and ****. . .
So our first network taping, name in big letters right on the set, Redd doesn't arrive at curtain call.
I go back to his dressing room, all I see is the girl doing his hair is sitting on him.
So I see her body, her dress, and his legs.
I say, Redd, don't you know we're on camera?
Redd sticks his head up from between the hairdresser's legs and asks indignantly. . .
"Can't a man relax?"
- Bob Einstein