For Its Finale, The Curse Ascends to Another Level in Expressing Absurdity and Sorrow
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The absurdist ride that is Nathan Fielder and Benny Safdie’s The Curse came to a close on Sunday with “Green Queen,” an episode that blissfully continued to confound its audiences to the bitter end. Watching Asher Siegel (Fielder) float into the stratosphere as an unmoored body inexorably rising towards the stars was, dare we say, almost magical? And perhaps the only earned moment of sympathy we have for Asher. This baffling occurrence is then tempered by the Siegels’ neighbors’ certainty that his ascension was just a stunt for their reality show. There’s the show’s thesis on a plate: We live in a world so oriented towards presenting the most successful, most enviable, and highly constructed versions of ourselves, that most of us can’t tell when something true and incredible is really happening in front of us. That, and maybe a curse, can become real if someone is so unhappy—i.e. Whitney (Emma Stone)—that they will it to happen.
Much like the eight episodes that came before this one, The Curse’s finale is a melting pot of ideas and inclinations, a character study of insecure people who are desperate to sink their claws into something that is “important” and claim it as their own. But it’s also been a masterclass in comedy that is black as tar. The episode opens with a Hollywood insider’s look at the idiocy that comes with “selling the soap” on vapid chat shows where no one cares what you are promoting. Months after the events of “Young Hearts,” the Siegels are virtual guests on what seems to be a zombie resurrected The Rachael Ray Show, to hawk their rechristened, and demoted to HGTVGo, series Green Queen.
As they nervously wait to share on a national platform the show that has been the center of their universe for a year, Ray ignores the pair in favor of a meatball cooking segment that is painfully weird and horny. After watching this trainwreck of a cooking segment go on and on, the Siegels get maybe two minutes to talk, with Whitney taking point as a frozen-smiled Asher sits in silence. Were they successful? Who knows, but it’s a fitting reminder that the eco-initiative these two idiots have been obsessed about doesn’t even generate a ripple of care from the outside world.