Imagine an Agatha Christie in which the detectives and the suspects are all dimwitted and just keep getting dimmer, some of their dim behavior telegraphed far in advance. I realize it's supposed to be a comedy, and the characters do all make sitcom-level sophomoric, glib quips in between acts of imbecility, but it's not that funny to grownups. It's fitting that the afterparty is held after a high school reunion, because it feels like the writers who created this went straight from high school to a Los Angeles screenwriting class. I've made it through a few episodes but am having trouble continuing on. If this were a straight mystery, I would want to know whodunnit. With this show, I'm not sure I care who did it, and I'm not enjoying the comedic journey to find out..
Review of The Afterparty
