Weirds. In 1965, acres of green fields swung open for one hapless New York couple. A successful lawyer, Harvard graduate Mr. Oliver Wendell Douglas, at leisure growing squash and corn on his balcony, left his practice and went to the tiny provincial town of Huterville. There he bought a worthless abandoned farm and set out to farm with a loving wife who fainted at the thought of such a prospect. For “only you, a shovel, a seed, and the sun and the very essence of being”, and a long-long continuation of this inspired speech: you can quit your profession, but not so easily get rid of the habit of judicial rhetoric.
It is quite funny that the spaces made in the title are only in the credits of the series. “Limitless fields” here are painted on canvas, and “my land” appears in the form of a bed of stunted corn, a lonely apple tree or a chicken running past. Pavilion shooting, poor props, a general feeling of total minimalism and budget interruptions. But it’s not that important, because we have a good sitcom with witty dialogue, pleasant unassuming humor and old-school actors clearly enjoying their own work. The comic effect here is based on the eccentric behavior of the “village” and “urban”, the heap of the most ridiculous and incredible situations, and everything is simple, cute, homely, without the slightest strawberry or pepper. Unlike similar projects released in the 80s and 90s, they do not burp, do not fall into a puddle, do not catch each other under ambiguous circumstances and do not show “fact”. But they demonstrate what it is like to live in a place where the phone company is called Sarah Parker, nail polish (it is also a means for enamelling pots) is sold in liter bottles, and the adopted son of neighbors grunts not because he is not brought up, but because a piglet.
But the best thing that I think there is in "Spaces" is genuine kindness. Despite all its instability, Khuterville appears as a kind of small paradise inhabited by eccentrics. Even the local serpent temptor, the charming scoundrel Mr. Haney, is so sophisticated and at the same time so unsuccessful in his attempts to rob his fellow man, which is sympathetic. Completely built on the act of stamps and labels, the series itself does not cultivate stereotypes, allowing the characters to be frankly stupid, and rude, and imperfect, while remaining beautiful people. An old joke about a grandmother who can’t hear her grandfather’s snoring because she loves it takes on a new life. Isn't it out of love that Oliver, almost without resistance, eats Lisa's endless rubber pancakes, has breakfast with muffins, has lunch with muffin sandwiches, has dinner with kebab pancakes? And isn't it out of love that Lisa, a pampered, urban, in her well-camouflaged 45, lives in a house without electricity, goes out in a peñoir to feed chickens, a wrinkle lobe, reads a cookbook? Yes, if you get sick in Houterville, the good neighbors will not give you a moment of peace and will arrange spontaneous gatherings in your house, eating the food brought for the sick. But in New York... in New York, what good things, you will not be remembered at all.