There’s something about the title that’s immediately irksome: Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. Women get enough shit in this world, especially on TV—do we need a show that explicitly points this out? Watch five minutes of The CW’s hour-long comedy, though, and those initial annoyances are completely unfounded. In their place is a smart, dark, and inventive musical comedy from star Rachel Bloom and screenwriter Aline Brosh McKenna (The Devil Wears Prada). The show was originally meant for Showtime—The CW has picked up other shows from its sister networks before, namely the Sarah Michelle Gellar-starring Ringer—but it makes so much more sense on The CW, especially paired with the excellent Jane The Virgin, a show that also felt surprisingly formed from the get-go. Both shows exist in heightened universes of camp-drama: Jane uses the telenovela as a template, but Crazy Ex-Girlfriend goes bigger with musical set pieces that are much less Smash-like than that description implies. But where Jane skews sweet, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend get its hands dirtier. Jane Villanueva would never make a waxing joke about ass blood, for instance.
Rebecca Bunch (Bloom) is miserable. She’s about to make partner at her New York law firm, but her mother is insane, she can’t sleep, and she gobbles up pills in the hope of something resembling normalcy. A margarine commercial seems to follow her around taunting her: “When was the last time you were truly happy?” the tagline asks. That would be when was Rebecca was a retainer-wearing camper, in love with camp sweetheart Josh Chan (Vincent Rodriguez III). He dumped her because she was weird, but after running into him on the street in New York 10 years later, she’s filled with glitter. And yet, he’s moving back home to West Covina, California, “only two hours from the beach, four if there’s traffic,” but more importantly where everyone is happy, or so he tells Rebecca. So Rebecca picks up and moves cross-country. Not for Josh. Of course, not for Josh. But, really, for Josh. “I hope this isn’t another stunt like your little suicide attempt in law school,” her mother says over the phone. “You didn’t even break your skin and you inconvenienced a lot of people.”