#sitcom

the man’s face acting and micro expressions ? priceless. he’d absolutely kill it, even more in a mockumentary

1 WEEK AGO

Monday night hung soft and warm in the Manhattan loft. String lights draped along the headboard cast a gentle golden glow that mixed with the shimmer of the city skyline beyond the tall window. Evelyn lay sprawled across the rumpled sheets in an oversized cream sweater, idly scrolling through her phone while soft jazz played in the background.

At the foot of the bed, Bobby sat cross-legged against the wall with a thick textbook balanced in one hand and a neon green highlighter in the other. She forced herself through one final round of revision for tomorrow’s quiz, marking pages already crowded with notes and scribbles.

Bobby had always preferred studying in Evelyn’s room. The panoramic view and clean, minimal space beat the cluttering mess of her own room any day, even if it meant squeezing onto the cramped single bed while Evelyn casually used her lap as a footrest like it was the most natural thing in the world.

When Evelyn caught Bobby pressing her face against the pages of her book, she immediately set her phone aside and lifted her legs off her lap.

“You good, Bobby?” she asked gently.

Bobby lifted her reading glasses and rubbed her tired eyes. “Yeah, just a little sleepy, I guess.” She adjusted her posture before adding, “This coffee-detox thingy has really taken a toll on me since I started it. I feel like a grandma now without caffeine firing up my veins.”

“Well, how about some brain exercise then?” Evelyn suggested, holding up her phone. “Buzzfeed’s Smash or Pass, Guilty Pleasure edition. You game?”

Bobby glanced up from her book and let out a small sigh. “Sure, why not? I can use a little break.”

A satisfied smile crept onto Evelyn’s face as she pushed herself up against the headboard, ready to moderate the game.

“Alright, first entry: Nate Jacobs from Euphoria.”

“Hard pass,” Bobby replied immediately. “His character is literally a walking red flag, and I don’t even watch the show to have known that. That’s how bad it is.”

“Well, I guess it’s called guilty pleasure for a reason,” said Evelyn. “And you can’t tell me you don’t have a thing for bad boys either. I know who all your exes are.”

Bobby shot her a side-eye. “Is that a shade?”

“Not necessarily.” Evelyn grinned. “Moving on. Tyler Durden from Fight Club.”

“Another hard pass,” Bobby said with a breath. “Believe it or not, nothing makes me go drier than a man with toxic masculinity issues. Even if it’s prime motherfucking Brad Pitt.”

“I agree. Couldn’t have said it any better,” Evelyn replied, smirking as she scrolled upward. “Next one—”

“Woah, woah, hold on a sec. What was that about?”

Evelyn raised an eyebrow. “What was what?”

“You were smirking when you said that like you didn’t believe me. Are you saying that I’m a fraud or something?”

“I’m…pretty sure I didn’t say that,” Evelyn replied, struggling not to laugh. “Although…”

“Although what?” Bobby snapped, eyes widening. “You goofball—give me that phone. Let me make this about you instead—”

“Okay, no—Bobby, calm down, I’m just messing with you—”

Suddenly, the rapid thud of footsteps echoed down the hallway before the bedroom door swung open.

“Guys, we got one!” Liv yelled excitedly. “We found our new tenant.”

Bobby and Evelyn immediately paused their tussling and turned toward the doorway, where Liv stood flushed and breathless with excitement. She tossed her phone onto the bed, and Bobby caught it smoothly in one hand while Evelyn scooted closer to look over her shoulder.

“The name is Daniel S., twenty-five years old, Duke master’s graduate in Finance, loves the beach, and potentially single,” Liv announced with the cadence of a corporate recruiter.

Bobby stared at the screen, frowning. “Damn. And you got all that from a single hi?”

“Welcome to the golden age of tech, my friends,” Liv replied proudly. “If you click on his bio, he’s literally got links to all his socials. Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, even his goddamn LinkedIn—and I personally find that to be a green flag in itself. The dude’s got nothing to hide, and I respect it.”

Bobby tapped on the Instagram link, drawing Evelyn even closer over her shoulder as the profile loaded on-screen.

Needless to say, they were both impressed.

Daniel had the kind of effortlessly polished look that belonged on a finance influencer’s Instagram feed—clean-shaven, broad shoulders, at least 6-foot tall, sharp jawline, warm smile, the whole package.

Liv’s face lit up at their reactions. “Do you see the hype now?”

“Okay, but are we just gonna brush over the fact that this dude is, well… a dude?” Bobby said, finally pulling the conversation back to reality. “This is an all-girls house, Liv, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Well, not anymore,” Liv replied playfully. “What I’m saying is we should embrace the fact that a hot guy actually wants to live here while also taking full advantage of it with the current position we have.”

Bobby stared at her deadpan before turning toward Evelyn. “Is she being serious right now? Because I honestly can’t tell.”

Evelyn shrugged. “Hm. But he’s cute though. There’s no denying that.”

“Oh, wow. Seriously, Eve?” Bobby reacted dramatically. “So you’d agree with bringing a guy into the house just because he’s cute? And I thought I’m the one with issues here.”

Liv watched them in amusement. “If you haven’t already, do yourself a favor and keep scrolling until you see the beach picture with his dog. Maybe that’ll help change your mind.”

Bobby scoffed. “That’s ridiculous. We’re not gonna make an exception in this place just because—Oh boy.” She paused mid-sentence, eyes widening at the screen. “Are you sure that’s still the same person?”

“It is,” Liv confirmed proudly. “In fact, go ahead and zoom in on that part if you want to, because I already did. We’re talking prime Brad Pitt level of fine here, ladies and gents. I mean, ladies.”

Bobby and Evelyn stared at the post for a few seconds longer before slowly exchanging a glance. A dangerous kind of agreement settled silently between them.

Liv leaned against the doorway with a knowing smirk.

“So,” she asked, “are we doing this or not?”

1 WEEK AGO

Monday night hung soft and warm in the Manhattan loft. String lights draped along the headboard cast a gentle golden glow that mixed with the shimmer of the city skyline beyond the tall window. Evelyn lay sprawled across the rumpled sheets in an oversized cream sweater, idly scrolling through her phone while soft jazz played in the background.

At the foot of the bed, Bobby sat cross-legged against the wall with a thick textbook balanced in one hand and a neon green highlighter in the other. She forced herself through one final round of revision for tomorrow’s quiz, marking pages already crowded with notes and scribbles.

Bobby had always preferred studying in Evelyn’s room. The panoramic view and clean, minimal space beat the cluttering mess of her own room any day, even if it meant squeezing onto the cramped single bed while Evelyn casually used her lap as a footrest like it was the most natural thing in the world.

When Evelyn caught Bobby pressing her face against the pages of her book, she immediately set her phone aside and lifted her legs off her lap.

“You good, Bobby?” she asked gently.

Bobby lifted her reading glasses and rubbed her tired eyes. “Yeah, just a little sleepy, I guess.” She adjusted her posture before adding, “This coffee-detox thingy has really taken a toll on me since I started it. I feel like a grandma now without caffeine firing up my veins.”

“Well, how about some brain exercise then?” Evelyn suggested, holding up her phone. “Buzzfeed’s Smash or Pass, Guilty Pleasure edition. You game?”

Bobby glanced up from her book and let out a small sigh. “Sure, why not? I can use a little break.”

A satisfied smile crept onto Evelyn’s face as she pushed herself up against the headboard, ready to moderate the game.

“Alright, first entry: Nate Jacobs from Euphoria.”

“Hard pass,” Bobby replied immediately. “His character is literally a walking red flag, and I don’t even watch the show to have known that. That’s how bad it is.”

“Well, I guess it’s called guilty pleasure for a reason,” said Evelyn. “And you can’t tell me you don’t have a thing for bad boys either. I know who all your exes are.”

Bobby shot her a side-eye. “Is that a shade?”

“Not necessarily.” Evelyn grinned. “Moving on. Tyler Durden from Fight Club.”

“Another hard pass,” Bobby said with a breath. “Believe it or not, nothing makes me go drier than a man with toxic masculinity issues. Even if it’s prime motherfucking Brad Pitt.”

“I agree. Couldn’t have said it any better,” Evelyn replied, smirking as she scrolled upward. “Next one—”

“Woah, woah, hold on a sec. What was that about?”

Evelyn raised an eyebrow. “What was what?”

“You were smirking when you said that like you didn’t believe me. Are you saying that I’m a fraud or something?”

“I’m…pretty sure I didn’t say that,” Evelyn replied, struggling not to laugh. “Although…”

“Although what?” Bobby snapped, eyes widening. “You goofball—give me that phone. Let me make this about you instead—”

“Okay, no—Bobby, calm down, I’m just messing with you—”

Suddenly, the rapid thud of footsteps echoed down the hallway before the bedroom door swung open.

“Guys, we got one!” Liv yelled excitedly. “We found our new tenant.”

Bobby and Evelyn immediately paused their tussling and turned toward the doorway, where Liv stood flushed and breathless with excitement. She tossed her phone onto the bed, and Bobby caught it smoothly in one hand while Evelyn scooted closer to look over her shoulder.

“The name is Daniel S., twenty-five years old, Duke master’s graduate in Finance, loves the beach, and potentially single,” Liv announced with the cadence of a corporate recruiter.

Bobby stared at the screen, frowning. “Damn. And you got all that from a single hi?”

“Welcome to the golden age of tech, my friends,” Liv replied proudly. “If you click on his bio, he’s literally got links to all his socials. Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, even his goddamn LinkedIn—and I personally find that to be a green flag in itself. The dude’s got nothing to hide, and I respect it.”

Bobby tapped on the Instagram link, drawing Evelyn even closer over her shoulder as the profile loaded on-screen.

Needless to say, they were both impressed.

Daniel had the kind of effortlessly polished look that belonged on a finance influencer’s Instagram feed—clean-shaven, broad shoulders, at least 6-foot tall, sharp jawline, warm smile, the whole package.

Liv’s face lit up at their reactions. “Do you see the hype now?”

“Okay, but are we just gonna brush over the fact that this dude is, well… a dude?” Bobby said, finally pulling the conversation back to reality. “This is an all-girls house, Liv, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Well, not anymore,” Liv replied playfully. “What I’m saying is we should embrace the fact that a hot guy actually wants to live here while also taking full advantage of it with the current position we have.”

Bobby stared at her deadpan before turning toward Evelyn. “Is she being serious right now? Because I honestly can’t tell.”

Evelyn shrugged. “Hm. But he’s cute though. There’s no denying that.”

“Oh, wow. Seriously, Eve?” Bobby reacted dramatically. “So you’d agree with bringing a guy into the house just because he’s cute? And I thought I’m the one with issues here.”

Liv watched them in amusement. “If you haven’t already, do yourself a favor and keep scrolling until you see the beach picture with his dog. Maybe that’ll help change your mind.”

Bobby scoffed. “That’s ridiculous. We’re not gonna make an exception in this place just because—Oh boy.” She paused mid-sentence, eyes widening at the screen. “Are you sure that’s still the same person?”

“It is,” Liv confirmed proudly. “In fact, go ahead and zoom in on that part if you want to, because I already did. We’re talking prime Brad Pitt level of fine here, ladies and gents. I mean, ladies.”

Bobby and Evelyn stared at the post for a few seconds longer before slowly exchanging a glance. A dangerous kind of agreement settled silently between them.

Liv leaned against the doorway with a knowing smirk.

“So,” she asked, “are we doing this or not?”

I have watched mighty med, lab rats (the shitty elite force as well) the thundermens, wizards of Waverly place, full and fuller house, alexa and Kate, kc undercover and Henry danger.

Depuis plusieurs années, les reboot et revival sont devenus des stratégies prisées par les studios pour séduire le public tout en misant sur la nostalgie. Que ce soit au cinéma ou à la télévision, de nombreuses œuvres classiques sont remises au goût du jour, comme en témoignent les séries « The Conners » sur ABC ou « Fuller House » sur Netflix. Parmi ces retours, celui de « Night Court » sur NBC…