When episode two dropped in September, I wrote: “It should go without saying that I really liked the show. It strikes a different balance between parodying the excesses of bro culture and appreciating its strengths, i.e. male bonding and a willingness to cut loose. You'd also have to deaf to not hear in the dialogue your own buddies' bullshit.”
This 24-minute installment, though, takes things to another level. It was guerrilla-shot on the streets of downtown New York amid the drunkest crowds of the year. No easy feat!
Stick around for one of the bros describing his drug deal as, “We were just like The Wire.”
Previously:
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