New Girl. Season 1

So long, guys! Good luck next season!

If you've been reading the micro reviews of each episode, you'll see that New Girl started out with promise, the adorkable Zooey Deschanel leading the gang. As the show went on, it felt like it was trying to be the Friends of this modern TV age, without really bringing anything new to formulaic comedy sitcoms. Along the way, it got confused as to where it really wanted to be at the end of the season, and that caused most of the character story arcs to become less natural. Ergo, less and less laugh-out-loud moments. I was wanting for the season to be over so I could stop watching it altogether.

But before I say goodbye to New Girl as a show, I want to commend Max Greenfield for owning his character Schmidt. I still miss Damon Wayan, Jr. as Coach from the pilot. I think it would have been more interesting if he stayed (not that I hate Winston). Nick really needs to grow up. Lastly, Zooey would always be the girl in 500 Days of Summer to me more than Jessica Day.


New Girl gets a five out of ten, for the adorkable moments, creepy facial expressions, weird scenarios, and its most remarkable contribution: The Douchebag Jar.

You will always be remembered.

*photo from Fox.com, and this blog.