The third season revolves around Abby and Rose, who move to a break from Queens while visiting Midge. Meanwhile, Joel and Mai quarrel over the liquor license at the bar, and Midge helps a shy person. Midge and Susie began to return to New York City and head straight to work, and Abby is thrilled during that time when someone posts a written.
Sherman-Palladino's approach says, "Here! Look at all that's wondrous in this show! Get caught up in all that's good [and maybe ignore what doesn't work]." More often than not, I'm able to do just that.
Obviously, Mrs. Maisel is no shrinking violet, and the best parts of the third season (five of eight episodes were available for review) show her adapting and blossoming in her new life as a showbiz nomad.
The series remains full of magnetic charisma and talent... But a few too many moments left me saying, in the words of Midge and Susie, "That shoulda been something."
Nostalgic wish fulfillment carries the show further than it has any right to - but it's not enough to make eight episodes cohere into a season, or for three seasons to cohere into a story.
It's really Kirby's Bruce who steals the show, slinking and smirking his way through his scenes, as his chemistry with Midge starts to reach Fleabag/Priest levels.
