Feeling bored, Jonathan Ames, a young aspiring and well-known writer, who achieves success and feels bored, so he makes his mind to take another job, as a secret detective, using the methods he read about in the detective old novels, the thing that brings terrible for him.
As pot-smoking, fad-embracing George, Danson is operating on his own hilarious wavelength, and consistently steals scenes not only from Schwartzman, but from Zach Galifianakis.
By hitching the conventions of the private-eye genre to a comedy about a Woody Allen-esque neurotic, creator Jonathan Ames has crafted a charming, if mostly low-key, show that grows on you as it goes along.
There is a bit of interest in seeing Schwartzman's intellectual awkwardness in an atypical world, but it grows stale much more quickly than the creators of the show probably envisioned.
Naming a tv sitcom Bored to Death is playing with fire. And in this new HBO gamble, the creators get burned because this is a show that lives up to its unfortunate name.
