Schitt's Creek Review

Schitt's Creek takes two seasons to work out what it is, and the critical record shows that plainly: the early notices were polite and the last season was one of the best reviewed comedies of its year. The turn comes when the writers stop punishing the Roses for being ridiculous and start letting them change. Catherine O'Hara's Moira, an accent from no country on earth and a wardrobe of wigs, is the performance everyone remembers, but the show belongs equally to Eugene Levy's exhausted patience, Annie Murphy's slow recovery of a personality, and Dan Levy's David, whose romance with Patrick is written without a single scene of homophobia and is the warmest thing in the series.

The town is full of people who are decent by default, which sounds soft and is in fact the whole design. It is shot flatly, which is why the visual grade sits well below everything else here, and the plots are slight, a run of small embarrassments rather than stories. The awards sweep it took for its final season was the industry catching up late. Few comedies end this well.