As the nation plunges down the never-ending waterfall of ubiquitous sewage, entertained by news titles such as “this week’s mass shooting or the Equifax breach” I can only be calmed by one thing; Szechuan Sauce.
When enthusiastic fans went as far as to trade in their vehicle or bid upwards of $15,000 for a packet of the once discontinued dressing, the rabid fan base quickly turned on the supplier, McDonalds.
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A demand which began when the first episode of the third season of Rick and Morty premiered.
This proves once again that in the new golden age of television, this show is not contained solely within the realm of live action TV.
This world is so submersible and welcoming that it must accept any fan fiction due to its motif of infinite possibilities.
It is truly remarkable how precise and consistent Rick and Morty continues to raise the bar for any work of art.
Directors attempt to annihilate audiences and find new forms of attacking their evergreen message that, anything can mean everything, when everything means nothing.
With this in mind, Ryan Ridly's monotone delivery continues to break the reality established by the delicate narrative every time it appears, which is not limited to one character in a certain episode.
The tension of the episode nine cliffhanger is undercut by the preceding season finale.
It substitutes the fan favorite “Interdimensional cable,” for a more on-the-nose homage to the Simpson's tree house of terror.
It’s risky but the elevated B-storyline maintains the quality expected of a Rick and Morty episode.
Other episodes vary from the profound internet bomb “pickle rick.”
Episode 6 is “Freaky Friday-esque” while episode 5, “The Whirly Dirly Conspiracy,” explores a confusing bond between characters. Every episode holds something memorable.
Even after explaining what happened to the other 4 episodes, stated to air in the finale’s cold open, it’s still hard to hate this show.
The heartfelt “Ricklantis Mixup,” is the best 22 minutes of television so far in 2017 and even that isn’t enough bragging rights for this show which aims to decorate every episode in its own unique personality.
Much like the monologue Rick discredits, by pointing out its a monologue, the show feels like a group therapy session.
Sometimes in the way that it’s trying to work itself out in front of us hoping we pay attention.
It’s difficult to see past our conditioned filters but most of the time, the dark reflection this art depicts of us intentionally looks left just so we know when to look right.
I give season three 4.8 out of 5 stars.