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The Guy is a nameless marijuana dealer in Brooklyn who delivers his goods to stressed-out clients across New York City, who have a variety of neuroses. Meanwhile, a codependent relationship splinters when a man finds a new group of friends.
High Maintenance exceeds expectations, not only delivering the same loose energy of the earlier seasons, but deepening the DNA of the show with the complicated tools at its disposal.
The resulting work will take you on a meditative journey through the silly and the poignant, the touching and the surreal, one that ultimately leaves you feeling uplifted-if not exactly high.
High Maintenance is about a weed-delivery guy, but it's really about so much more than a weed-delivery guy. It's about how we interact with each other and how we live our lives.
High Maintenance is as much about drugs as Friends is about Central Perk's damn fine Macchiato. It is a dreamy, surreal, intimate - and yes - trippy peek into lives overwhelmed by urban loneliness.
High Maintenance pulls audiences in by depicting the grinding routine of life, then delighting in the little moments that can still surprise. It's a comedy of human interaction, with a slightly voyeuristic thrill.
Less concerned with being funny than with being real, which makes it often funny, it uses the clientele of a New York pot dealer (Ben Sinclair as "The Guy," as in "my weed guy") to tell a variety of freestanding short stories.
High Maintenance is still best approached - and savored - as a series of moments. The actors, each one of them excellent and each bringing their game, capture private lives in those moments.