Disjointed

The show is broad, for sure, but it has some distinctions. It’s best strength is the warm ensemble, led by Bates. ... The issues underneath the humor--the threat of corporate takeover, the medicinal applications of pot, the cultural shift from defiance to compliance--pull the show in interesting directions.

Based on the limited evidence provided by Netflix, Disjointed is also discombobulated and too often dim-witted. There’s some cleverness amid its clutter. But Bates was better served as the bearded lady in American Horror Story: Freak Show.

Ingesting Disjointed is pretty harmless. You might get a buzz, though. There are a few laughs, but I can pretty much assure you that you won’t get addicted.

Bates convinces as a hippie trying to resist transforming into a curmudgeon, and her performance would truly soar in a show that endeavored to contrast Ruth's charisma with a sincere exploration of her flaws. But Disjointed refrains from such inquiry, feigning intelligence through vulgarity and unfocused irony.

The result is a mess of a comedy that doesn’t feel as if it belongs anywhere.

Most of this show is stupid stoner humor. ... There aren’t enough drugs to find the funny in Disjointed.

Across the board, Disjointed is marred by very broad, yell-y acting, with the cast straining to sell woeful jokes that range from tired pothead stereotypes (boy, are they forgetful!) to vulgar double-entendres.