无为大师第一季

看完搜了一下才知道是男主自编、自导、自演的！刮目相看，很有才了

印度裔生活中遇到的社会偏见、各个人生阶段的会出现的 big problem、各视角的生活方式，所有这些，放在一起，组成这一部“MASTER OF NONE”。可能并不像专门抓住一个主题展开叙述的一部奥斯卡片子那样尖锐，但却让人在观影过程中更加轻松，就像漫步在一个弄堂，偶地瞥见每家每户的生活小剧场，更为真实，也更受用！反而，现在诸多揪着某个社会现象去深度叙述的电影总是给人一种为赋新词强说愁的难受！

再说片名，master of none，主角就是这样一个干啥啥不行的人，30而立，在他热爱的演员事业上，一次次受挫，或许是由于种族原因，他得到了机会，又因为种族原因，他失去了这个机会，很有意思，也偶尔替他难过。Actually，多数的我们都是master of none，成为不了所谓人中龙凤，但我们会有为喜欢的人做出好吃的意面、research半个小时只为和朋友找一家附近最好吃的taco，这样那样的spark！这不就是生活中最重要的小事吗

全剧用充满幽默的语言，为各个种族、各个少数群体、各个社会问题发了声

第一集：思考婚姻生育的真谛

第二集：两个移民家庭的亲子关系，父母年轻时候的故事

第三集：抢到两张火热的票子，作为an unpopular man的存在，苦恼约哪个女生去玩

第四集：作为印度裔（种族），在演员事业上的优劣

第五集：为报白人抢冰淇淋之仇，抛开道德顾虑做三

第六集：和Rachel去Nashville度假，全程合拍的旅行结尾又被主角专业搞砸

第七集：女性在社会生活中遇到的歧视和困难

第八集：走近几位老人的生活与需求

第九集：同居生活，真实有趣

第十集：参加婚礼后极度恐婚，丢了女友；说了一季的跑龙套电影总算上映了，所有人一起来看了才知道原来他被剪了…和女友各自奔赴另一个国家开始新生活...

这么一梳理，Dev实打实地是个倒霉到家的一个主角来了…

这样一个个的黑色幽默 却能够轻松看完 很是成功的一部网飞了 有空看第二季！

The lovely couple has been through a lot and finally end up like this. I wouldn’t believe the real couple will be that nuts until now. They separate for a better themselves, which is inspiringly painful. For some reason, I think their breakup is so damn fake but they rush out of the place is sooo real. How could 2 year relationship would broke simply bc of the phobia against marriage and not afraid of losing the person? You guys will later regret it.

i thought about my sister and how she always wanted to live in Paris and now she’s never going to. and if i don’t do this now, i don’t think i ever will.

i don’t know. i will figure something out.

i love you but i want to do this and this is important to me.

I don’t want to wake up one day and wonder “what would it have been like if I went to Japan?”

I always play it safe and I can’t do it anymore.

The time in our life to do crazy shit is winding down.

i don’t want to wake up one day and see that window is already closed.

It is only fair to conclude that Mr. Ansari is emotionally intelligent and politically perceptive in the show-biz terms, knowing what would resonate with or at least intrigue a burgeoning multicultural audience - the backstories of a mysterious culture with its own evolution over time and variations within. However, just when you think this is one of the typical cross-culture textbook materials, it surprises you with the mundane yet adorable domesticity of romance and the sassy New Yorker wittiness that completely shift your attention away from the sob stories of minority to what is universally relatable.

It is even funnier when I found out those were the real parents. “Hey, what’s up, man. ”

The irony is incredibly entertaining - we are products of how we were raised, harboring the same exceptions for our children to treat us with the exact reverence and obedience that we did to our parents, but only to find out that how we have been raising them, an allegedly more advanced and respectful approach, has completely transformed the way our children perceive the world, a world where they are not obligated to answer to anyone but themselves, as they are protected from the very ingredient that forges the sense of awe and respect towards their elders - fear.

Kudos on the political sensitivity, “he was in another country.” The reason why it is hard to accept the need to cater to the “mainstream” lies in the very idealism upon which this country is built. However, this is a matter of espoused theory and theory-in-use, as always.

Tell me it’s a coincidence that you decided to heavily refer to Reddington when I’ve just started binging Blacklist.

The weirdest thing is when I was listening to Granny Carol telling Dev that he would one day have stories to tell, it occurred to me how much I looked up to you when we were together for the world you dove in that seemed to me way beyond our maturity level, the way you talked, the way you remained silent. It was all looked so sophisticated and mysterious to me that I felt almost uncontrollably drawn towards like a moth to a street lamp. On the other hand, I was also frustrated by the fact that my world was so limited and monotonous that I had no clues the things you could see and understand. Until now, it is almost cliche that it turns out all I’ve ever needed is to go on a journey of discovery on my own, and most importantly the time for which I have to wait until I develop the necessary emotional reach to others and to myself. I’m pleased with how I’m now able to better understand you in some ways and have a less one-way conversation with you, if I had a chance to. On the up note, the courage is undeniable. Yet somehow there’s a vague feeling of contempt brewing, the feeling that I can’t wait to see you circle back after all endeavors to seek for happiness and that 100% certainty, empty-handed, with a twinge of despair and exhaustion on your face, telling me how you’ve walked through the arena and put up what to the audience a good fight but still feel that nothing has changed in you, and that the fire has never been kindled yet.

And that would be the saddest story of all.