Y: The Last Man
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Surviving an apocalyptic event is always a mixed blessing.
On the one hand, youre alive.
On the other hand … youre alive.
Hundreds of women have set up camp outside the White House, demanding answers, suspecting a cover-up.
As a leader, Jennifers disinterest in orthodoxy makes her a natural commander in a crisis.
Im not going to bullshit you.
I think its going to get worse, she tells the situation room when people start panicking.
(In a contest among millennials conflating their jobs and identities, 355 is truly without equal.)
Hero has not exactly flourished in her freedom from felony prosecution.
At least he wasnt alone, she says, leaving Hero wallowing in her overwhelming, still-secret shame.
Do you have any idea what its like out there for me?
(Never mind the cryobanks theyve already salvaged elsewhere; this is that elite, one-percenter spunk.)
Maam, without men, there is no future, she all but sneers.
The only person proving more useless than the Republicans?
Its the sadboy of the millennium, yung Yorick Brown.
But Schnetzer plays him straight, equal parts infuriating and pitiful, and its pitch-perfect.
Ampersand is amonkey, for chrissake.
Thats like chasing a cat out a window.
Its the first time hes recognized as the last man, a lottery ticket to be bartered.
This is where we really see the limits of Yoricks imagination and the depths of his helplessness.
(The irony of his calling himself an escape artist isnt lost here.)
And now the real game begins.
(Scar voice Run away, Beth.
Run away, and never return.)
Were talking maggots and liquefied organs.
Thrilled to see 355s knitting needles make the adaptation cut.
(No spoilers!)
