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To anyone reading these reviews in order to determine whether or not they might enjoy watching this: Remember that the first rule of comedy consumption is DON'T TAKE THE COMEDIAN SERIOUSLY. If you don't heed this rule, you'll not only risk hindering your enjoyment of the show, you also might incur a world of butthurt for yourself. Ms. Handler does not hate men, not even straight white ones. It doesn't mean she shouldn't make fun of them. And when she *acts* like she's angry at them and hates them, it makes the bits even funnier. The only thing that I, as a straight white man, found offensive was when she said something like "I know you're not all like that." I already knew you knew, Chelsea. You didn't have to dumb it down for me. (And the ones who need it probably aren't going to heed it anyway.)

If someone dared David Lynch to make a show about rednecks that would be the weirdest, silliest, most salacious production ever, it would be this show. There's gore galore, sexual depravity, and rapid fire wordplay that will make your head spin (watch with subtitles so you don't miss any of it). The cast does a great job, especially Kristen Schaal -- but her replacement, Amy Sedaris, is even better. She can do grotesque like nobody's business. And Judith Roberts as Meemaw -- OMG, hilarious AND terrifying!

In short: You will either love it or hate it. Is it utterly brilliant or utterly stupid? Yes.

Imagine a world where cars are sentient creatures who just happen to be guinea pigs -- meet the molcars. Humans are humans only when they're inside a molcar, otherwise they're plastic figurines. The molcars have steering wheels and drivers' seats but it isn't clear if they really need to be driven. The cheerful world of molcars will seem logical if you just relax and accept it. Fantastic stop-motion animation, a real work of art -- and it won't take much of your time. I'm going to watch every episode again. Pui pui!