Letterkenny: A Love Letter

Look, if you read yesterday’s blog, you already know my super great plan hit a speed bump. Hulu no longer works on my TV, which means I’ve had to rearrange my whole life. Basically. So, no Veronica Mars recaps this week.

Instead, it’s all about Letterkenny. So, pitter patter, let’s get at her.

When I first saw the preview for this show, I had no idea what the hell it was about. Like, none. A bunch of rednecks running at each other. Some other stuff that appeared to make no sense. Living in Arkansas, surrounded by rednecks, I don’t have a lot of interest in watching shows about them. I could just as easily open my door and watch them IRL. But these are Canadian rednecks and that’s a completely different thing. Not only are there hicks, but there’s also hockey players, and skids – Canada’s word for meth. Again, I’d like to reiterate that I live in Arkansas. If I wanted to see meth heads – I most assuredly do not – I could just go to Wal-Mart and see them in the wild. But these are Canadian meth heads. They are 500% more delightful than their American counterpart.

So, the show is set in a small town called Letterkenny. Everyone sticks to their tribe, but, since it’s such a small town, they cross paths a lot. And the writing! Oh. My. Ghourd. The writing. It’s hilarious, but it’s a different kind of hilarious than what I’m used to getting with American shows. Look, I like American shows; It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia is funny; Archer is funny. They’re both also funny tinged with mean. Because it’s easy to go mean when you’re trying to be funny. Letterkenny is not mean. Ever. It’s clever, smart, and funny, but it never crosses the line into mean. It’s refreshing, truly.

And then there’s Glenn. I mean, just watch this:

So, if you’re looking for a comedy that’s equal parts hilarious and kind, go ahead and watch it! It’s so good.

Ferda!

Smoky Lynx