A new season begins with much more excitement that follows Ramy Hassan, a young Muslim guy, who lives in New Jersey, where he struggles dealing with his teenage ideas and his Muslim thoughts. In this new season, Ramy struggles against finding true love.
Throughout the 30-minute format provides enough time to get the story told without lollygagging..."Ramy" will jump from one scene to the next almost before you can get the laugh out. Yet it rarely seems hurried.
It's a smarter, better show for being so hard on Ramy, in part because it knows him well enough to not let the whole story rest on one young millennial's shoulders.
It's difficult to make a show about a protagonist who's as lazily acquiescent as Ramy, especially when supporting characters are seldom given the vivivdness to shine on their own. And yet it's impossible not to be moved by season two's guiding observation
If there's a new release this week, or maybe even just this year, that has its finger on the pulse of the fear that again boiled over into anger, it's Ramy.
Perhaps the most potent insight in this second season is the lead's amenable but pathological defiance of personal responsibility, his well-meaning and winsome brew of good intentions and self-obsession.
Ramy is still very funny and is as smart and easy to love as it ever was, and everything that made the first season award-worthy is present and stronger in its second go-round.
In a time when Americans repeatedly compartmentalize their empathy, it is a reminder that for many, these aren't topics to spotlight at will, but face every day.
