BoJack’s Back

September’s here and Netflix’s basically screaming at you through the algorithm to watch something—new seasons of Narcos, Chelsea Handler, whatever, all this stuff queuing up for your attention. You know how this goes. You scroll for forty minutes and end up watching something you’ve already seen.

BoJack Horseman’s back with new episodes, and that’s the only thing on this list that actually matters. It’s about a guy who was on television, a horse, which sounds like a dumb pitch until you watch it and realize it’s just about what it’s like when you’re the problem in your own life. It’s funny because it doesn’t pull punches, and it’s sad because the character can’t fix himself. Not redemption arc bullshit, just a person understanding they fucked up constantly and there’s nothing magic about recovery. The show knows that depression is repetitive—you make the same mistakes, think the same thoughts, destroy the same relationships over and over. That’s the actual story it tells.

There’s other releases—Kick it like Beckham, Black Mass, whatever crime shows are trending—but most of it’s just noise filling the void while you’re looking for something that matters. The seasonal thing is real though. September hits, the light changes, you want to be inside. That’s when television stops being distraction and becomes necessary. BoJack’s the only thing here that’s worth that commitment.