Love (2016)

Love communicates the honesty its creators strived for, if only for the believable way it draws Gus and Mickey together across time, space, and their own insecurities. Put in the time with Love, and that time will be rewarded.

Rust and Jacobs are the drive shafts, though, keeping Love on all fours with characterizations that likely will keep most viewers invested.

With the aid of Jacobs' standout performance and just enough humor and insight, [Love] slowly lulls you into a state of theta-wave fascination.

Season 3 does manage to end on something of a transcendent moment while remaining as semi-sweet as what’s come before, and we’ll always remember the show with fondness.

Later episodes get bogged down in subplots that feel like busywork meant to keep our characters apart, and perhaps there aren’t any major revelations to this show’s look at dating in your 30s. But Love’s modest, hesitant misadventures are charming in their own right. Maybe it’s not quite love, but it’s definitely like.

[Love is] a perfect example of an OK show that gets better the more of it you watch.

Love's first four episodes are so overstuffed with bland filler that episodes two, three, and four could've been cut altogether, and the show could've skipped right from the pilot with "The Date" without the plot losing much importance. The show's saving grace is that the far more interesting end of season one is a promising sign for season two, which Netflix ordered months before the show even premiered.