<em>The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel</em>’s Gauzy, Gorgeous Fantasy
The second season of Amy Sherman-Palladino’s 1950s comedy about an indomitable performer is as delightfully escapist as ever.
by Sophie Gilbert
Dec 06, 2018
4 minutes
There are a handful of fleeting moments watching when reality bites. Like when a well-intentioned woman in a Paris nightclub gives the stand-up comedian Midge (Rachel Brosnahan) the number of a psychoanalyst, telling her, “He’s done wonders for my friend Sylvia Plath.” Or every time Susie (Alex Borstein), Midge’s manager, is referred to as “that” or “it.” The pleasure of watching the series, for me, is always slightly tempered by the anxiety that Midge has lost or forgotten one of her children—an event so plausible that the neglect of baby Esther has been written into Season 2 as a running gag, where even Esther’s first word seems to be a response to the fact that
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