Middle age: that brutal stretch of life where every laugh is bound up with tears, crisis, and the creeping awareness of your own mortality. But leave it to Tina Fey to wring every last acidic drop of comedy out of this pressured segment of time.
The Four Seasons season two, Fey's zippy 2020s update of the 1980s film co-created with Tracey Wigfield and Lang Fisher, has returned even more perspicacious, poignant, and hilarious than its first outing. The show again structures its midlife comedy drama around four fancy holidays split across the seasons, each given two gag-packed episodes - a rigid but neat device that lets the big moments happen off-screen while we get the aftermath soundtracked by an avalanche of Vivaldi and bracing jokes about sad lonely donkeys, secret vapes mistaken for thumb drives, and the tragicomedy of being an angry, unravelling fiftysomething man in a T-shirt printed with "Keep Calm and Fuhgeddaboutit."