khalilpineda

The show seems like it has a lot of improvisation from all parties involved - and it was ingenious for TW to allow that to happen. His uncorrupted artistic vision, if his interviews are anything to go by, would leave us with such such a bizarre and incoherent universe that it would just end up alienating the audience in all its absurdity. Neighbors isn't alienating. It isn't even this so-bad-is- good thing that is funny in being an earnest attempt that ends up in failure. It's actually charming in the way that an "odd neighbors" sitcom is supposed to be - as an invitation to embrace the other in its radical alterity. Yet the method by which it achieves its charm is completely groundbreaking.

We never take the characters seriously, in fact, we can't take the characters seriously. They are nonsensical caricatures conceived by a mind that is half Kafka, half Z-grade friends. Suspension of disbelief is impossible. Instead, one is constantly aware that everyone is acting. The series finds its charm in the fact that the characters come across as real people, people playing around with their nonsensical roles, experimenting with what they are given, interacting with and giving depth and order to TW's weirdness - in a sincere, positive, light hearted and friendly way.

To exemplify this, let's compare the dynamic between The Room's actors and TW. After the release of The Room, many of the actors came out attempting to clear their name from having participated in such a film. They even attempted to fund a mockumentary where the director, herself an actress in The Room, confesses her shame, distances herself from the film, and admits, in a willy nilly way, that someone else convinced her to finally embrace the fact that, god forbid, she was part of an awful film. This contempt, resentment, and attempt to create distance between the "crazy" director and the "normal" actor is distasteful because while TW inspires sympathy, most agree that polished, spoiled L.A. youth doesn't. Unlike the manufactured, bland perfection of every aspiring actor, TW's weirdness is overflowing with a depth of subjectivity that makes us feel empathy. Foreign, old, attempting and failing at being understood by a culture he idolizes. He possesses a naive, child-like and earnest idealism about America and its iconography of the kind that is only available to people that have endured much harsher realities. To be mean to TW is cruel and inhumane.

We find the opposite of this "I'm not with the weird guy" dynamic in Neighbors. One finds that the actors are actually attempting, through their own performances, to enrich and create value in TW's universe. As an example, Roenfeldt injects condescension and sarcasm into her good wife role, adding a layer of depth to her character and her dynamic with TW. Everyone in the show appears to be experimenting, bringing something in and collaborating, having fun, and not taking themselves seriously. It is this aura of a playful environment, where actors are free to create and improvise, but rarely appear to do so in a mean spirited way, that gives this show its distinctive charm. It feels like a dialogue where folks we can relate to attempt to create a meaningful and engaging piece of art with someone that, to a lot of people, is completely enigmatic, nonsensical, and not even worthy of serious engagement. The cast constantly attempts to create meaning and familiarity in this absurd universe, with this radical otherness that is TW - it comes across as an act of empathy and solidarity. Not through characters, but through the actual people playing them that we, the audience, are irremediably conscious of. Neighbors is, no doubt, one of the most formally and morally interesting shows I've seen in years.