Spoilers below for the latest episode of The Chair Company, so be warned if you haven't yet watched on HBO or via HBO Max subscription.
Never before have I watched a TV show feeling so equally torn between wanting answers to big character mysteries and wanting to cease existence within my own skin. Yet every episode of Tim Robinson and Zach Kanin's genre-distorting The Chair Company constantly crams those two feelings into a centrifuge and tosses the whole shebang into a washing machine set for a "confuse" cycle. I love it, and the fifth installment "I won. Zoom in." took my desperate discomfort to new heights/depths.
