When a drunken gathering at a pub takes over the open mike in a punchy explosion jam, a band is born. Cool. Instead of rebellious teens, this group is a murder of middle aged, disgruntled, book clubbing women. "We are 42!"
A phone video goes kinda viral, and the next thing you know, in true punk DIY spirit the ladies are gathering instruments, practicing their newfound craft, and exploring their midlife crises. Nice twist, and zooming in on the complexities of female crossroads is ripe for dramedy gold.
As refreshing as it sounds, "Band Ladies" moves way too fast and covers way too much ground in its inaugural run of six, ten minute episodes. Yes this is the age of quick edit, click baited, ADHDed interwebs, but those whipper snapper browsers won't be tuning in.
If season 2 properly flushes out the five superficial story lines, there maybe a dedicated age appropriate demographic willing to go along for the ride.
A phone video goes kinda viral, and the next thing you know, in true punk DIY spirit the ladies are gathering instruments, practicing their newfound craft, and exploring their midlife crises. Nice twist, and zooming in on the complexities of female crossroads is ripe for dramedy gold.
As refreshing as it sounds, "Band Ladies" moves way too fast and covers way too much ground in its inaugural run of six, ten minute episodes. Yes this is the age of quick edit, click baited, ADHDed interwebs, but those whipper snapper browsers won't be tuning in.
If season 2 properly flushes out the five superficial story lines, there maybe a dedicated age appropriate demographic willing to go along for the ride.
- hipCRANK
