Wilfred is obscenely funny, but it's not a buddy comedy. It's not a lighthearted riff on the trials and joys of owning a pet. Despite the laughs, you'll alternate between wicked mirth and utter bewilderment - Is Ryan hallucinating Wilfred? Is Wilfred an alien? Is Ryan dead? Is this Purgatory? Is Wilfred Satan? Is Ryan on a years-long acid binge? Then in the fourth season an unsettling sense of foreboding creeps in, building until the story hangs a nasty whiplash U-turn and blisters you with a vicious face slap. Wilfred is a tragedy.
If it had ended there, the entire series would have been a failure. But the final episode redeemed the show's entire premise, leaving us, at last, with a bittersweet glimmer of hope for Ryan.
This series is exhausting, although it's a profound and, finally, hopeful experience. Highly recommended. Just not for the faint of heart.
If it had ended there, the entire series would have been a failure. But the final episode redeemed the show's entire premise, leaving us, at last, with a bittersweet glimmer of hope for Ryan.
This series is exhausting, although it's a profound and, finally, hopeful experience. Highly recommended. Just not for the faint of heart.