The comedy--much of it understated, some of it over-the-top--may be what keeps you laughing, but it's the mystery that will keep you intrigued. At the afterparty following an often tension-filled high school reunion, one of the guests--a smarmy Hollywood type--is found dead, having apparently been pushed off a balcony while everyone else (except for his killer) was inside. Each guest is then interviewed by the detective in charge, one after another, and the episodes begin to offer differing perspectives and competing takes on the evening's events. The acting is terrific--Sam Richardson as the lovelorn mensch and Ben Schwartz as the enthusiastic but deluded would-be pop star are particularly good--and, most impressively, the tone shifts drastically from week-to-week; in one episode we're treated to lots of action flick fisticuffs, in another to a mini-concert. "The Afterparty" hasn't wowed me yet (I've watched four episodes of the first season so far), but I think it will only get better, and--as the mystery deepens and the plot gets even more outrageous--maybe even much better. If you haven't seen it yet, give it a go before you start season number two, which is already underway.
Review of The Afterparty
