Unsupervised: Unsupervised

This TV season, we’ve got so many writers who’ve seen these pilots that we thought getting two takes on each show would be helpful to you. The first review is the “official” TV Club review, and the grade applies to it. But we’ve also found another reviewer to offer their own take on the program. Today, Brandon Nowalk, who’ll be covering the show week to week, and Steve Heisler talk about Unsupervised.
Brandon: As I’m reminded every time I sample Two And A Half Men, humor is excruciatingly subjective. Which isn’t my way of saying Unsupervised isn’t funny so much as a gentle caveat. I didn’t find much to laugh at in tonight’s première—though the laughs grow as the series progresses—but that’s just one person’s emotional reaction. The première has a scrappy charm, and it’s not that it’s trying and failing to score laughs. It’s more invested in building its world. It’s not a setup, punchline, smash cut, pop-culture reference kind of sitcom. Unsupervised is a character comedy that’s still establishing its universe.
Our 15-year-old heroes are Joel (a hyperactive, in-the-moment David Hornsby with a skull T-shirt and a blonde buzz cut) and Gary (a surprisingly responsible Justin Long with a martial-arts T-shirt and a frizzy, brown fro), and like much of Unsupervised, their plucky determination recalls MTV’s—nay, David Gordon Green’s—Good Vibes. The title refers to absentee role models, but growing up on their own hasn’t made the protagonists irritating cynics. With nothing to rebel against, it may well have forestalled their adolescent rebellion, so they ride inertia into high school the same polite, obedient beacons of school spirit they were as kids. Only now they want to start getting girls, and if that means they need to start smoking or drinking, they’re not opposed (but not especially eager, either). Their female friend Megan (Kristen Bell) is the extreme. When Joel and Gary ask why she’d hang out with her mom, she responds, “Um, because she’s my best friend!” She’s not enthusiastic like Nasim Pedrad’s Saturday Night Live character Bedelia; it’s clear from Bell’s performance that she’s just so anxious about all the stuff society tells kids to be anxious about (parties, beer, sex) that she clings to her mother and wants to start a chastity club. When her mom, who gets the entrance line of the night, suggests she go to a party at Gary’s house, she says, “Oh that’s a great idea, Mom. Why don’t I just go to a crackhouse and get raped? Mother of the Year, everyone.” Their other friend Darius (Romany Malco) is mostly concerned with getting in with the cool kids, who naturally don’t notice him. Unsupervised doesn’t have a firm handle on its weirder characters yet, but the main foursome are very well drawn.
Speaking of which, the animation is nicely detailed. It’s not as caricatured as Matt Groening or Seth MacFarlane, livelier than Mike Judge, or dirtier than Adam Reed (insert punchline here). It opens in a dream sequence—and only Unsupervised would have a fantasy take place on dirty cement in front of a graffiti-strewn brick wall—and later you realize how much brighter and more colorful that was than reality. In the real world, the buildings are dilapidated and the constantly overcast sky suggests the series is set somewhere inside Veena Sud’s head, so the colors are always muted. The universe of Unsupervised is encapsulated in an establishing shot of the school, just as dreary as Joel and Gary’s neighborhood, all discolored brick, litter-strewn pavement, misshapen gray-green foliage, and darkening clouds. It’s a dirty mess, but Joel and Gary don’t know what they’re missing.