After Life
Ricky Gervais and Brandy in “After Life.” Netflix image via IMDB It's a comedy about death, depression, suicide and loneliness. When it contemplates God and religion – which it does a lot – it comes up with cynical wisecracks in place of anything more hopeful. Several characters are foul mouthed beyond belief; luckily their London accents are so thick you miss half of what they're saying. True, it surprises you how often it makes you laugh out loud – but rarely without crying, too. God, I love this show. After taking a cheap shot at Ricky Gervais in a recent blog about the Golden Globes, I wanted to set the record straight here. I am, in fact, a huge fan, among the legions who really love the guy, no matter how unlovable he keeps trying to be. The third season of “After Life” debuted on Netflix a couple of weeks ago, following a long hiatus after season two. It picks up the sad life of Tony Johnson (Gervais), a feature writer for the tiny Tambury Gazette who's been di