![]() And that surgery will require a few days of recovery in the hospital. Cathy, on the other hand, sticks around to get Marty the help he needs. As soon as he hears the word “Jersey,” he stomps off in a huff. Ike arrives just in time to burst this bubble of collaboration and kindness. They can shift operations to a space in Jersey for half the rent. Moments later, we’re treated to a welcome sight: Cathy and Bruce! Two people who actually care about Marty! What a treat! While Cathy encourages Marty to rest, Bruce tries to talk to him about the dire financial situation the company is in. Even though Ike is literally a doctor, he can’t be bothered to listen to his friend, and he packs up and takes off. He’s in pain all the time, he can’t fart, and he feels like he’s going to accidentally poop his pants. As the two men finish work on Ike’s ninth (?!) novel in his “Some Like It” series, Marty starts telling Ike about some pretty serious health concerns. Marty’s slow realization that Ike does not care about him unfolds over the entirety of the episode. Yet here, FINALLY, after almost three decades of use and abuse, Marty realizes he was never the sidekick. The genre and setting seem to be primed for Ferrell and Rudd to get their comedy faces on, but it’s not particularly funny, takes us out of the story, and goes on way too long.īut this dream sequence does make one thing very clear: Marty Markowitz would have been happy to be Ike Herschkopf’s sidekick for the rest of his days. It’s an imagining of one of Ike’s novels. This episode of The Shrink Next Door opens on a very peculiar black-and-white scene. ![]() And if a few potential victims see their psychology mirrored in Marty and learn to save themselves from the Ikes of this world, that will be very much to the good.You’d be forgiven for thinking you pressed play on the wrong show this week. Still, the sheer size and nerve of the three-decade scam will keep you going to the end. ![]() There appears to be no real malevolence at Ike’s core, just pure unexplained narcissism, and Ferrell is too plodding a dramatic actor to bring much nuance to Marty’s vulnerability. Ike’s wife voices occasional doubts but is never a force to be reckoned with. But everything else remains largely static, especially as Ike isolates Marty from Phyllis and anyone else who might let daylight in on the lucrative relationship he has managed to create. Soon he has a role as consultant at the fabrics factory Marty has inherited from his father and – as we know from the opening scene of episode one – will become installed at his Hamptons house. The grift and the gouging get bigger as time goes on and Ike discovers the depths of his friend/client/mark’s pockets. Ike’s abuses of his patient – or friend, as Marty would call himself – vary only in degree, not kind.īy the end of their first session Marty is on the hook and paying for the doctor’s purchases at the frame store they stroll to. And because Marty acquiesces so quickly, the story rapidly becomes repetitive. Ike takes advantage of Marty from virtually the moment they meet and before either have been established as characters, which makes it hard to credit that one could be so unsubtle or the other so gullible. Photograph: Apple +Īlas, not much of this is exploited in The Shrink Next Door. Time’s up? … Paul Rudd in The Shrink Next Door. Over the next 30 years, he inveigles his way into Marty’s life, his finances and his home (or at least his summer home in the Hamptons), to the painful incredulity of Phyllis who – as anyone who has witnessed a friend or family member being colonised by a narcissist will know – is powerless to do anything about it, even before she is ostracised from their cult of two. It is she who puts Marty the way of Dr Ike (Paul Rudd), a therapist and the utterer in question. Tough and sceptical, the only fool she suffers in her life is Marty, and none too gladly. His sister Phyllis (Kathryn Hahn, continuing to prove the notion that everything should have more Kathryn Hahn in it) is the second kind. In Apple TV+’s The Shrink Next Door, Marty (Will Ferrell) is the first kind – a 40-year-old bundle of borderless neuroses, a manchild in over his head at work and everywhere else. And then, of course, there are those who would say such a thing. Then there are those who would run – fast and far and never looking back. Those who, upon hearing such a pronouncement, cling to it and its utterer like a drowning man to driftwood. ‘I ’m not going to let anyone use you … I’m going to help you and everything’s going to be all right.” There are three types of people in this world.
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