And just like that, we’re back into brand-new Andrew Rannells content! The new season of Black Monday just started, and it’s full of wonderfully-chaotic Black Monday energy. Not sure whether Blair will be in every episode this season, so there may or may not be some shuffling back and forth between this show and my season-3 Big Mouth reviews on any given week. Season 3, unsurprisingly, gets us started with a bang (episode premise spoilers, which includes some spoilers from the season 2 finale.)
The season premiere finds none of our scumbag antiheroes working on Wall St., but that doesn’t mean they’re not up to their usual dealing. Dawn is managing to run her own trading firm from prison. Mo has gotten out of the game and is running a record label, and his deal-making is now focused on trying to secure a pardon for Dawn. For that, he turns to his old frenemy Blair, whose dealt his way into Congress, but it’s hard to say whether or not Mo can count on Blair, for multiple reasons.
It is so good to have this show back. It’s coarse, rowdy, and wild, and I am here for every second of it. I love Keith as an honorary Lehman brother, callbacks that go all the way back to the pilot, Dawn dining on lobster in prison (the woman’s got connections!), and a congressional “fart closet.” Everyone ranges from amoral to immoral and is super funny along the way – favorite line goes to Mo, with the impeccably-delivered, “What the brother-fuck is going on with you two?!”
Things seem reasonably straightforward on the face of it right now, and even if most of the characters are currently in various levels of deep doo-doo, I understand the circumstances they all appear to be in. That said, I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before things go off the rails in a ludicrous way and we dive into so many levels of machinations and double-crosses, we’ll need a machete to cut ourselves out.
It seems that with Blair, the more outwardly he appears to be on top of things, the more he’s actually a shit-show. As usual, he puts on a good act of being a mac daddy congressman who’s ruling D.C., but the truth isn’t remotely close to that, and Rannells handles both the over-the-top posturing and the undignified slide into the actual state of affairs with hilarious aplomb. Everything about his scenes with Mo in this episode are sublime, especially the ridiculous gab faces he makes in the middle of a phone call and the reveal of his specific deal with Mo. He has some excellent lines too. I’m especially fond of, “I had dreams that went up in coke that you planted on me!”
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