Season 13 of American anti-sitcom 'It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia' has at long last been released on Netflix, and I binged the whole season until my body betrayed me. I finally succumbed to sleep somewhere around 4am, emotionally exhausted and aching from laughter. It's surprising that I didn’t wake the whole house with my ridiculously high-pitched breathless squeals as the gang's antics became too much.
If you are unfortunate enough to not have seen the show before and are unenlightened to the joys of watching the common decent folk of Philadelphia being steamrollered beneath the wake of five truly disgusting and horrible people, then seriously, what is wrong with you? Watch it. Right now. I'm serious. Open up Netflix and watch all 13 seasons. It's like 20 minutes an episode, it’s not too long, nothing like watching all of Game of Thrones in a week, which I'm pretty sure most of us have tried at some point (It's okay, your secret is safe with me, nerd).
I kinda got off topic, see I was supposed to do a quick rundown of the show for you all, but I guess my fangirling got me a bit distracted. Anyways, back to proper formal-ish speaking. The show is centred around five politically incorrect, self-centred and downright rude people, all uniquely bad members of society, who all own a local dead-end bar, Paddy’s Pub. So we have the twins, Dennis (Glenn Howerton) and Dee (Kaitlin Olson), Dennis a budding narcissistic sociopath with a God complex, Dee a failed actress constantly ridiculed by everyone else but always gives as good (or bad?) as she gets. Then there’s Mac (Rob McElhenny), attempting to be a ‘macho man’, mega Christian zealot and a closet homosexual, which causes quite a lot of internal conflict, such as his whiteboard presentation: ‘Science is a liar sometimes’. Now we come to the Wildcard: Charlie Kelly (Charlie Day), the most ludicrous drug-fuelled dyslexic sweetheart, and strangely, the most relatable of all five. Charlie is the cleaner and all-round maintenance man, mainly because the rest trick him into doing what they call the ‘Charlie work’ around the bar, you know, the basic changing kegs, bashing rats and somehow tricking the health and safety inspectors that Paddy’s Pub isn’t violating almost every code and practice in the state of Philadelphia. That’s actually an entire episode, Charlie's somehow graceful juggling of live chickens, a delivery driver, a seat with a protruding nail, and a health inspector. And then we have Frank (Danny Devito). He’s the money man, the supposed-father to Dee and Dennis and possibly the estranged father to Charlie? Which is very strange as the two share a bed and an extremely bizarre friendship based around sewer crabs, eating cat food and living in squalor. Who are we to judge though?
So season 13 has been very much a continuation of the gang’s mischief, being wrong about almost everything, drinking, ridiculous arguments, drinking, the Philadelphia Eagles winning the Super Bowl, and, you guessed it, more drinking! The very first episode instantly resolves a glaring cliff-hanger from season 12, and no I’m not telling you, watch it for yourself, I’m sure you might even be able to find it on some disreputable virus infested websites if you don’t have access to Netflix, c’mon there’s really no excuse guys. Although it did break ground by being the first season in which Mac is openly gay, and his struggle to express himself, but this isn’t The Big Bang Theory, there’s no pithy family friendly message to swallow and force fed by monotonous canned laughter. Mac’s journey is strangely relatable, noble and manages to retain the trademark bizarreness of the show. Charlie remains as just himself, he's really a character that grows by never changing, just as idiotically charming and wrapped up in his own warped version of logic as he always has been, resulting in a few dangerously hilarious scenarios like a booby trapped Paddy's Pub in a violent and disturbing parody of Home Alone, featuring broken glass and a bear trap. Dee sinks to new lows, as she has always done, and attempts an all-female version of the previous seasons Wade Boggs challenge, in which the lesser known female background characters try to chug as much booze as possible on a plane, which almost serves as a platform for a social commmentary on modern feminism, just almost, but again, this ain't your regular sitcom. But that's enough details, most of the fun of this series is the complete unexpected so I won't ruin it for you here.
So in review, watch it. Watch it now. The end.