Megan Furniss

Since cancelling DSTV I have watched a lot more stuff made for TV, but at my own time and pace, and my own choosing. It has been fantastic; binge watching series and looking for slightly more interesting things than the usual goggle box fodder. Now there is so much stuff out there on Netflix, Showmax and Amazon Prime.

One series that I became obsessed with was One Mississippi. The IMDB plot summary reads, “This semi-autobiographical dark comedy starring Tig Notaro follows her as she returns to her hometown after the sudden death of her mother. Still reeling from her own declining health problems, Tig struggles to find her footing with the loss of the one person in her life who understood her. All while dealing with her clingy girlfriend and her dysfunctional family.”

Tig Notaro in One Mississippi

Tig Notaro, an American comedienne I was unfamiliar with but now I am deeply in love with, co-wrote the series of half-hour-long episodes with Diablo Cody (Juno), and Diablo Cody and Louis CK are the executive producers.

From the very first awkward moment of meeting Tig, as she gets off the plane in great discomfort (after a double mastectomy and a terrible stomach infection that causes chronic diarrhoea), to be at her mother’s deathbed, I was absorbed by her and her hilarious tragedies. I know how weird it sounds. This stuff should not be funny. And sometimes it isn’t. Sometimes it is so, so sad, and heart breaking and strange. But mostly it is hilarious. Sometimes it is laugh out loud funny, and sometimes it is whimsical and touching funny.

The characters that surround Tig are utterly wonderful and real and mad and totally dysfunctional.  This strange return home to a world left behind and then rediscovered is creepy and funny and ridiculous and so addictive.

There isn’t an actual story, to speak of. Nothing exactly happens in the episodes either, although every episode is dense, and complicated, and did I mention totally hilarious?

I couldn’t stop watching it, and now I keep thinking about One Mississippi. I loved it. I want to watch it again. I think it had a lot to do with my mood. I had just lost my own mother at the time, and I was feeling a weird sense of displacement, like I wasn’t my actual self. I identified so strongly with the absurd and total tragic comedy of it all. I don’t think it is going to be everybody’s cup of tea, but it was mine, completely.