Urzila Carlson’s Overqualified Loser marks the first time a New Zealander has had an hourlong special on Netflix. (Photo: Netflix)
Urzila Carlson’s Overqualified Loser marks the first time a New Zealander has had an hourlong special on Netflix. (Photo: Netflix)

Pop CultureJuly 15, 2020

Review: Urzila Carlson’s Overqualified Loser is a winning Netflix special

Urzila Carlson’s Overqualified Loser marks the first time a New Zealander has had an hourlong special on Netflix. (Photo: Netflix)
Urzila Carlson’s Overqualified Loser marks the first time a New Zealander has had an hourlong special on Netflix. (Photo: Netflix)

Carlson has long been one of our best comedians, and now the world can see it too, writes Sam Brooks.

Last year, Urzila Carlson became the first comedian from our shores to perform her own Netflix special, a half hour episode of the Comedians of the World series. Now she’s the first New Zealander to get a full hour-long special on Netflix, fast becoming the go-to platform for international stand-up comedy. 

It’s not surprising that Urzila Carlson is the first local to achieve this milestone. Her appeal has been clear from the moment she stepped onto our stages, and soon after, our screens. She didn’t look or sound like the rest of her comedy generation, aka a 7 Days panel of a decade ago: Corbett, Ego, Henwood and the rest. Being the only woman on those sorts of panels probably felt like shit, but it immediately set her apart from everybody else on the show. While the other comedians became a melange of blokes talking over each other, Carlson was the South African lesbian nailing punchline after punchline. 

When the lads transgressed, it was them trying to get the laugh, to stand out. But when Carlson pushed the boundaries, it felt more tense, and the comedy hit harder. To paraphrase Hannah Gadsby in Nanette, comedy is tension. Carlson pushed against that tension, simply by being the funniest person in pretty much every room she was in. Pretty fast, she stopped being the only woman on the panel (a consistent problem on those shows) and started being the funniest person on the panel.

Her TV appeal has translated to her live shows. With every year Carlson has filled out bigger and bigger venues, delivering hours that are tighter and funnier. Her material grew to meet the space, and the broadening of her audience. She might not be as bracing or as groundbreaking as some of the generation that followed her, but nobody else can pull in audiences like she can, and keep them enthralled once they’re there. Beyond being funny, she has an undeniable presence.

Urzila Carlson in her Netflix special Overqualified Loser. (Photo: Netflix)

She knows it, too. There’s a confidence to Carlson that radiates throughout Overqualified Loser. And you’d have to be confident to lead your special with a period joke, and chase it up with an anti-vaxxer joke, and a particularly brutal, savage anti-vaxxer joke at that. It’s a hell of a gamble, and it pays off well; it sets up boundaries that she can spend the next hour playing in, and she clearly relishes those initial minutes of pushing against audience expectations.

Carlson is a great mix-it-up comic; throughout the hour, she moves between longer stories and quicker, off-the-cuff observational bits with ease. She gets great mileage out of stories you wouldn’t expect, whether they be about how to sneak some guacamole when arriving early to a party, or the virtues of box wine (which are many and abundant, thank you very much). But she also peppers these stories with near constant punchlines, and calls to the audience; she’s involving them, and us, in her stories as co-conspirators.

There’s a power in the kind of jokes she makes. And let’s be honest: many of them are fat jokes, pure and simple. Another great comedian, Nicole Byer (who also has a half hour as part of Comedians of the World), has a bit saying that when a guy talks about being fat, it’s funny, but when a woman talks about being fat, the audience gets sad. She reclaims it in that joke, spends a fair amount of her (excellent) half hour riffing on it. The audience loves it.

Carlson performs a similar kind of reclamation in Overqualified Loser. She talks about being fat, she talks about food a lot, and she does so in a way that’s joyful, not shameful. It’s not exactly a celebration, but an acknowledgement. She looks the way she looks, and these are the jokes she tells because of it. The funniest parts of the special are when she milks a story for all it’s worth, and then gets the last, hilarious drop out of it. But the most exciting parts are where she goes a little bit dark. It’s in the anti-vaxxer joke, it’s in a joke aimed at trolls, and it’s even in some of the fat jokes. 

The brilliance of Carlson is that while her comedy is joyful, it isn’t gentle. She commits one hundred percent to her jokes, physically and vocally. You get the feeling that she could go darker, but also – damn, she just wants us to have a good time watching her stand-up. That’s why she involves us in the jokes, in the stories. We leave laughing at what she’s said, not wondering what she’s revealed about the darkness of our souls. There’s a lot of comedy that does the latter, and it has its place. But sometimes, as an audience, you just want to laugh at a well-crafted joke, delivered by a confident master of the form. You want to feel that someone is explaining a situation you know so well, whether you’re an ass walking the street (a flawless bit of hers) or trying and failing to successfully devour a recently purchased sausage sizzle snag.

Carlson’s a master of the form. Audiences across New Zealand have known it for years, and turned out in droves in recognition of that. Now, it’s the world’s turn.

Urzila Carlson: Overqualified Loser is streaming on Netflix now.

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High Fidelity, the TV series: Robyn (Zoë Kravitz), Simon (David H. Holmes), and Cherise (Da’Vine Joy Randolph). (Photo: Phillip Caruso/Hulu)
High Fidelity, the TV series: Robyn (Zoë Kravitz), Simon (David H. Holmes), and Cherise (Da’Vine Joy Randolph). (Photo: Phillip Caruso/Hulu)

Pop CultureJuly 14, 2020

Review: High Fidelity brings new warmth to Nick Hornby’s music nerd love story

High Fidelity, the TV series: Robyn (Zoë Kravitz), Simon (David H. Holmes), and Cherise (Da’Vine Joy Randolph). (Photo: Phillip Caruso/Hulu)
High Fidelity, the TV series: Robyn (Zoë Kravitz), Simon (David H. Holmes), and Cherise (Da’Vine Joy Randolph). (Photo: Phillip Caruso/Hulu)

Neon’s gender-flipped version of High Fidelity features Zoë Kravitz in the role John Cusack made famous 20 years ago. And it works far better than you might expect, writes Catherine McGregor.

By now we’ve all accepted the fact that every last artistic touchstone we hold dear will one day end up being reused, reinterpreted or otherwise stripped for parts. The latest beloved cultural IP to get the treatment is High Fidelity, the 1995 Nick Hornby novel about music, masculinity and arrested development that director Stephen Frears went on to adapt into a film starring John Cusack. As a fan of both, it was hard not to approach Hulu’s new serialised retelling with some trepidation. What new insights could possibly be wrung from this tale of a music snob learning that a successful relationship involves more than simply making them a really, really excellent mixtape?

Quite a lot, it turns out. While it travels much of the same thematic landscape as the book and film, High Fidelity, the TV show, is a looser, more expansive affair. To some extent that’s simply down to length – at 10 half hour episodes, season one is already more than twice the length of the movie – but mostly it flows from the key decision by co-creators Veronica West and Sarah Kucserka to reimagine High Fidelity’s heartsick record store owner as a woman. As with Hornby’s original, this Rob (Zoë Kravitz, whose mother Lisa Bonet had a starring role in the 2000 film) is moody, judgemental and more than a little self-absorbed. The difference here is in the particular brand of selfishness from which she suffers. Without the original’s focus on the debilitating effects of male entitlement and the “nice guy” trap, Rob is free to embody a less gender-specific type of loser in love.

Zoe Kravitz as Rob and Kingsley Ben-Adir as Mac

West and Kucserka have jokingly said their show is operating within a High Fidelity “extended universe”, but when a show is this steeped in music it’s hard to resist the more obvious metaphor – the cover version. The source material is never far from the show’s surface, especially in the first episodes when the narrative hews most closely to Hornby’s original story. Fans of the earlier versions will either be charmed by or slightly irritated with all the references and callbacks dotted throughout. Some are instantly familiar, like Rob selling five copies of an album simply by playing it in the store (the Beta Band of the film becomes the infinitely funkier R&B musician Swamp Dogg in the show). Others are more subtle nods, including Rob’s fondness for leather jackets and Dickies t-shirts, and a very Springsteen-like celebrity cameo in episode three.

But as with any truly successful cover, it’s what the show adds to the original that makes it great. To say the earlier versions lacked diversity isn’t the criticism it might appear – High Fidelity’s straight white maleness was kind of the entire point – but the show’s exuberant heterogeneity is striking nonetheless. New Rob isn’t just a woman, she’s also biracial and bisexual, and her world (in this case, the Crown Heights neighbourhood of Brooklyn) is populated by a mix of races, genders and sexualities. Her co-workers are Simon (David H. Holmes), a gay music nerd whom Rob dated before he came out, and Cherise, an exuberant wannabe musician (Da’Vine Joy Randolph, in a scene-stealing interpretation of Jack Black’s movie role). All three have a love for music that could hardly be more 2020 in its genre-bending eclecticism. Simon is equally at ease discussing punk icons Minor Threat and queer disco pioneer Sylvester; Cherise name checks Celine Dion and Tina Turner in one breath, Kurt Cobain, David Byrne and My Bloody Valentine’s Belinda Butcher the next.

That the co-workers Rob can barely tolerate in the movie are now loving friends exemplifies the particularly female warmth that runs through the new High Fidelity. The show is set in a perpetual golden midsummer, all the better to illuminate the immense attractiveness not only of Kravitz, but the entire cast. With the series’ open-ended format – season two hasn’t yet been announced, but it looks likely, Covid willing – there’s plenty of time for Rob to not only reconnect with her “top five” heartbreaks, but to fully explore three separate romantic pathways, all promising in their own ways.

High Fidelity 2020 may have sanded off some of its rough edges, but what it loses in grit it makes up for in heart and depth. It’s still just as funny, and Kravitz delivers a winning performance that will come as a revelation if you’re familiar only with her downbeat role in Big Little Lies. As anyone who’s heard Duran Duran’s ‘911 is a Joke’ can tell you, there are few things more painful than a bad cover of a beloved classic. That’s not a problem here. High Fidelity might not be the greatest ever movie turned TV show – that title still belongs to Fargo – but it definitely has a place in the top five