After drugging Zosia, the global hivemind decides to ghost Carol, who, left to her own devices, starts to play detective.

The problem with a show as bone-achingly repetitive as Plur1bus as that it’s hard to find anything new to say about it as it drops week by week.

As we were subject to Carol exclaiming an exasperated ‘what the f*ck’ at the behaviour of the hivemind for the umpteenth time, I started to wonder if the whole series was some kind of ingenious meta experiment. Gilligan and the gang are actually luring us into the hivemind experience by boring us to death. Did we really need to listen to their answerphone message in full five times?

While the idea of the hivemind completely deserting Albuquerque because they ‘need some space’ is a neat one line idea, in practicality it means that poor Rhea Seahorn is all on her lonesome doing not very much and then making videos where she gets to monologue about the stuff we’ve just seen her doing. Show not tell, Vince, show not tell.

Things pep up a bit when a pack of wild dogs tips up and tries (for no particular story reason that I could discern) to do something unspeakable, and there was a mildly entertaining interlude with an overloaded drone. In an attempt to move things along, Carol starts to do a bit of detective work, culminating in a shocked gasp at what she’s discovered and a ‘tune-in-next-week’ cut to black.

Verdict: To be brutally honest, the key story beats of Got Milk could have been deftly covered in five minutes as opposed to forty-five. I desperately want to enjoy this show, but it is testing my patience. Perhaps I should watch next week’s ep on double speed. 5/10

Martin Jameson

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