It breaks my heart when I remember that this season of The Mindy Project will be the show’s last. Why? Because this little comedy is still as consistent and as hilarious as it was when it first premiered.
The great thing about Mindy is that it never lost sight of its central character. Mindy’s journey over six seasons has always been at the forefront, and it makes perfect sense that she’s not really dealing well with being a married woman. The show cleverly utilizes Fontella Bass’ iconic tune “Rescue Me” in both the opening and closing scenes to illustrate just how trapped Mindy feels, and it’s a testament to the show that even through all the humor, we can still feel poor Mindy’s desperation. I’m eager to see how much longer she can last with her sanity intact.
Of course The Mindy Project always thrives thanks to its ever-evolving supporting cast, and our current lineup is perfect. From Jeremy and Anna’s bizarre relationship, to Tamra and Morgan’s hijinks and Beverly’s one-liners, everything is deliciously on point and as ridiculous as ever. Can someone please stop this show from ending? Because I don’t think I can cope without this whacky crew of characters in my life.
Bits from the Clinic
– The montage with Mindy watching romantic comedies since childhood was perfection.
– Morgan teaching the class was epic. More please!
– Good to note: Mindy steals toilet paper from the office.
– How insane is it that Mindy couldn’t tell Ben from a pile of pillows, even during sex?
– Beverly giving Mindy her antipsychotic by mistake killed me.
– I’m not too fond of Karen and Colette’s dynamic, but the latter always makes me laugh.
– Tamara wants to get pregnant y’all, and it’s going to be comedy gold for sure.
Ben: (to Mindy) I’m making your favorite food. A pile of something.
Mindy: I wish I could stay, but I’m actually headed to spin, and if I don’t get there early, bike 69 gets taken, and then what’s the point?
Ben: Spin class? Really? ‘Cause the last time you worked out, you coughed up blood like you were a character dying in an opera.
Karen: I baked your favorite cookie for everyone. All-bran digestives. Extra fibrous.
Jeremy: (tasting them) Mmmm so dry and coarse.
Mindy: Hey Tamra, did you finally accept my offer to run my social media? Even the Chinese bots that I paid for won’t follow me anymore.
Tamra: No, I just quit all social media as a social media stunt, but I’ll be back on in a week.
Tamra: I have a lot of love to give, and I’m sick of wasting it on losers, and I finally found something I like more than myself: the idea of another me.
Mindy: Karen! I finished my burrito. I need my special pills. You know the ones. To be clear, I mean my fart pills.
Mindy: You can’t just fire someone because your sister’s mad at her. It’s sexual harassment. And it’s not even the fun kind.
Mindy: Did you come to me for fashion advice? I think you should get a pixie cut. Guys will love it.
Anna: No. Stop trying to make me ugly.
Morgan: (to Tamra) How could you not tell me you’re trying to get pregnant? I tell you everything. I text you when I cut my toenails this morning. I went way too deep. I can barely walk.
Morgan: (to Tamra) I’m happy for you, but there’s a part of me that always kind of wanted to put a little Morgan in there. So I’m torn. Which is what you would be if you had one of my kids. My head was this big when I came out of my mama.
Jeremy: Beverly washed all the doctors’ lab coats with a red hat.
Beverly: Your lab coat ruined my Trump hat.
Mindy: (after delivering a baby) Congrats, that baby is Instagram ready.
As witty as its ever been, The Mindy Project’s final year is off to a stellar start.