The Awl: Why We Need "Enlightened" (great back and forth between these ladies on the show)
Michelle Dean: Recently I found myself actively worrying about the show's potential cancellation as I went about my day. And I keep tossing around different reasons of articulating why. One is of course that like David Haglund at Slate, I think it's the most interesting show on television right now, as well as the best acted and written and the most aesthetically rich. That sounds so boringly ordinary media narrative-y, but it does feel like the only show where I see a line back to the best of the "prestige cable" shows of the last few years, shows like "The Sopranos" and the better seasons of "Six Feet Under" and "Deadwood." White's grasp of people's interior lives is so much richer than anything else on television. Which of course, lately, I understand to be "unpopular," because things like the sight gag-driven "Girls" or the pageantry of "Mad Men" are what "we" want.
Jane Hu: I'm generally quite quick to invest in the television I watch, but I'm actually protective of "Enlightened," getting into frenzied arguments and pleading rants about why it's so singular and why everyone should watch it. You, reader, why aren't you watching it right now??
Michelle, I too have been overcome with an increasing concern that the show won't get the third season it so obviously deserves. That White seemed to be gratefully grasping at any praise the show could get in his HuffPo interview broke my heart: "He deserves better than this!" Suddenly, all other television felt like the enemy. That interview came out a bit over week ago, and since then there's definitely been a swell in critical attention. Where have all these other viewers been? (Admittedly, I had also been quiet on "Enlightened" until a month ago, when I started rewatching episodes in anticipation for the Todd Haynes-directed one. Please HBO, don't make me have only these two seasons to rewatch.)
Maura Johnston: I started watching "Enlightened" at the jump, and I remember feeling like it was somewhat falsely advertised in the first season; the posters showed Dern mid-first-episode-meltdown, teasing a show with an unhinged female at the center! and the promise of lunacy! and maybe at least one meltdown a show! Of course, things did not work out that way—the impressionistic first season felt at times like an uncomfortable, if very precisely remembered, dream, with long silences and rich hues draping the suburban Southern California setting; some of the social situations were the stuff of nightmares, the bad dreams that you have where you're rooted in a place and can't leave because your legs just won't move, thanks to all those deeply buried memories and thoughts in your brain that are locking you in place. Laura Dern's show-bracketing voiceovers had this drowsiness to them, but it was the type of sleepiness that accompanies an awakening, not a drifting into sleep. (The second season is a bit more "plotted," as it were, and the stark onyx of Abaddonn's fortress—that's the company where Dern works—seems to pay visual tribute to the show's increased dramatic structure.)
But even though it's beautifully written, elegantly shot and well-acted (and has made me curl up into a ball at least twice an episode this season), I don't think it's too surprising that this show is on the brink—and not just because I have a taste for lip glosses that get discontinued and foodstuffs that I can only find in, like, one grocery store, and maybe only for a few months. I've heard people complain that they don't find Amy "relatable," and I have to think that's in large part because she's a female character who isn't interested in presenting herself as someone who people have to like. That shit is only reserved for your Don Drapers, your Walter Whites—hell, your Jerry Seinfelds and your George Costanzas, even. In that way "Enlightened" reminds me a bit of "Bunheads," another show with a Woman Of A Certain Age Who Has Her Own Things Going On at its core; it, too, has low ratings and a question mark hanging over its future. Mike White's dialogue is certainly slower than Amy Sherman-Palladino's rapidfire patter, and Amy Jellicoe is more of an out-and-out antihero than Michelle Simms, acting more blatantly in her (sublimated) self-interest and seeming more deliberately divorced from the real world. But both characters are at an age where they should have kids and don't, where they should have signposts of stabile adulthood and don't (both are living rent-free, Amy with her mother and Michelle with her mother-in-law), where they should be settled. Neither of them is, though, and watching that struggle is essential to both shows' driving force.
(Dear HBO: If you do renew "Enlightened," please don't take this comparison as an excuse to "suggest" to Mike White that he add a group of dancing teenagers to the ensemble.)