RAMY

The authenticity of the Hassans’ dysfunction is aided by Waked and Abbass’ cosmic chemistry. ... The “Ramy” writers’ room forces the audience to sit in his social discomfort with him. You cannot escape. You will marinate in the embarrassment until you’ve forgotten what it was like. ... “Ramy” is unlike anything else on television, but its closest relative is “Better Call Saul.”

Ramy resonates because it treats its characters’ lives with the utmost compassion. Their struggles are universal, as are the jokes, and whether you’re a viewer excited to see a practicing Muslim leading a TV show or just a white guy looking for a good comedy to stream, Ramy delivers the goods. We need more series like it, in every sense of the phrase.

"Ramy" ... takes the oldest of premises -- how to resolve commitment to one's culture and religion with the assimilating nature of the US -- and infuses it with situations that give the series life and depth.

Ramy is an earnest exploration of Muslim identity that at times runs toward saccharine; one gets the impression that the show, mindful that the mere act of being Muslim in America is provocative, has carefully neutered itself of anger. But Ramy makes up for this with an unflinching, transgressive portrait of American Islam, one that holds both its traditions and its deviations from tradition in the same embrace. With squirming detail, Ramy pays attention to the bodies of its characters.

These are, without question, very dark times for the Hassan family, but that makes their moments of clarity all the more beautiful.

As with any show that is absorbingly personal and refreshingly new, you can’t help but want to see more, know more.

The originality and verve of the first season sparkled with its original explorations of the mundane; here that evaporates in bleak, brutal episodes where any optimism previously shown towards self-improvement and faith are dashed against a cynical series of anecdotal beachheads.

Phenomenal in describing Muslims and thier traditions and difficulties in the U.S

Ramy, the dramatic comedy series on Hulu featuring the life of a young Muslim American man in Jersey, is a good metaphor for languishing political situations currently unraveling around the world and in the US of A. Ramy astonishingly brought forth a vision manifesting the most important question for any individual and indeed for mankind itself. Do we live and maintain a spiritual divine state of peace and safety, or do we dwell in desire rift with guilt distortion and ambivalence that divides not merely into mammoth delusionary unequal dichotomies but into a spiral of divisive thought. Ramy loses his sense of self and reality searching for the ultimate love energy to guide us. His uncle comes out manifesting a so-called right wing conservative anger that’s openly discriminatory as Ramy manages to treat him with residual compassion, his soul still lingering from the time he dangerously lied to help a war PTSD suffering individual who begged for redemption. Ramy contrasts his uncle’s dysfunction with an ex American vet’s psychotic tendency. The series treats violence just as it does the sins of lust and distorted outcomes, outlining how kindness and sincerity rule the day even while other more rigid actions cause massive chaos and pain. A Palestinian boy is left to languish in prison from an act of extreme desire albeit distorted passion. He stole the bike and deserved to have his jacket taken from him forcefully, but one suffers much more than the other because society is built on extreme discernment which has replaced reasoned thinking. Politics now uses a pulpit of distorted realities based on false conspiracies spread by social media algorithms which exists to sell ads. Its fine to sell ads, ill give my data for better cheeseburgers gladly but don’t keep fooling my family and friends into clicking on outlandish trails of video clips all serving mendacities upon mendacities for coupons. My favorite scene in the masterful series was when Ramy got his brain compared to that of a heroin addict with the same pleasure reward zones. Ramy, his doctor friend tells him, is overstimulated and needs to calm his mind down in order to get erect. You guessed it. Its all about sex and erections. Like good sex you got to be in love with what you’re doing, its got to be real, and based on whats good for you. What does science say about our emotions and where those thoughts lead us and how can we implement the proper reaction?

Refreshing in its topicality but not in its method. It is more a realistic commentary/documentary than a real work of art. Still more interesting than 85% of the rest of so-called "prestige" TV

Productive in sense that it’s an all Arab cast but I’m tired of hearing about the Muslim/Arab American lifestyle from a Muslim - Arab man’s perspective.