Emergency Contact Feels Like Amy Schumer’s Gift to Her Core Millennial Audience
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Amy Schumer’s relaxed, often self-deprecating style of comedy fits perfectly with the tired millennial generation. There is a demographic of people who truly appreciate jokes about not looking cute when blacking out after two bottles of Merlot. Despite that, legions of agitated, self-proclaimed comedy moderators storm the online spaces trying to prove how unfunny she supposedly is. As entertaining as Emergency Contact can be, it seems unlikely that Schumer’s third special under Netflix’s umbrella will turn those harsh critics into fans.
Schumer’s previous fully autonomous Netflix set Growing was a career high for the New York native. A hilarious yet heartfelt tale, which included empowering stories about pregnancy and her husband’s autism diagnosis, served as a perfect special for those who might have been on the fence with Schumer’s comedy. Emergency Contact, however, feels like a pop singer’s seventh album. It’s entertaining and well crafted, though at this stage, you can be almost certain that it’s mostly dedicated fans that are watching.
And don’t get me wrong – that doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Right from the start, the special welcomes us with the all-familiar Schumer tricks: relatable jokes about aging, letting go of one’s crazy teenage drinking habits, or a few recycled tactics, such as explaining to the younger generation what life was like when we could still feel hot and invincible.
Schumer is like our dirtbag friend who cuts to the chase when we’re trying to beat around the bush. That friend who makes everyone laugh at a bar. She is great at making you at peace with the everyday punches of reality. You’re not going to have a wild 69 session with your long-term partner. You’ll get takeout and fall asleep instead, insisting on doing it tomorrow. You’re not going to get drunk this weekend. You will have two beers and play Wordle while scratching your legs. The party is over. We’re old and tired. We’re done here. Taxi!