If dark comedies are your thing, Russian Doll is an amazing ride. Written by Natasha Lyonne, the star of the show, as well as Leslye Headland and Amy Poehler, it’s equal parts funny, morbid, spiritual, and heartwarming. It follows Nadia Vulvokov on her 36th birthday from the moment she gets shooed out of the bathroom by a long line of party goers and follows her night right up until her death. Then it stars all over right in the same spot as the show started. Her, washing her hands in a strangely designed bathroom getting hurried along by people waiting for the bathroom, she, rightfully so, freaks out and tries to figure out what happened. And then she dies again. Over and over and over again she is stuck Groundhog Day style reliving of her death day. But things get really interesting at the end of the 3rd episode. Nadia is in an elevator and it starts to fall. Everyone in the elevator is screaming and lays on the floor in a vein attempt at protecting themselves except for a man with a wedding ring box in his hand.

“Hey buddy, didn’t you get the news?” Nadia asks. “We’re about to die.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he says with morbid resignation. “I die all the time.”

The episode ended and I literally screamed at my tv. The rest of the season follows the two of them trying to figure out how they are connected and why they keep dying.

The mystery is almost as good as the character development and I love everyone, including the ancillary characters. They are all deep, damaged and well flushed out. I feel like this is one of those shows that should be dissected in a film class at some point. The symbolism and little details are so juicy, you could be analyzing them for days.

There is a second season coming soon, but the first season could be a complete story itself, so don’t worry about cliffhangers. So, go see it. Once you’ve seen it all the way through, I strongly recommend an article by the Atlantic called “What is Russian Doll Actually About?” It breaks down the show beautifully.