One highlight of Everybody’s in L.A. has been his deadpan monologues. .... The live element keeps the show exciting, with a crammed roster of guests, discussion topics, and running gags preventing dead air. .... I’m crossing my fingers that Netflix makes Everybody’s in L.A. an annual tradition.
“Everybody’s in LA” makes the case that he should get a blank check to figure out whatever he wants to create next. Much like with his delightful Sack Lunch Bunch kids’ special, also on Netflix, Mulaney showed control as a host as unfolding zaniness was going on around him. And, also like that special, there was never any doubt that the comedian was fully in the driver’s seat.
The show is so rooted in a specific vision that the next five editions are an easy sell. Everybody may be in L.A., but not just anybody could pull these people and topics together.
The point of view is chaos, and it surprisingly works for Mulaney, 41, usually an architect of more intimate, self-deprecating comedy. When nothing makes sense, there's almost something grounding about Mulaney's low-grade vocal fry coming in with dry wit amid discussions of helicopters chasing O.J. Simpson.
The whole thing was bonkers. What held it together was a certain 1970s showbiz mood and Mulaney himself, who has the alien confidence, affect and skills of a talk-show host from an older showbiz era.
Mulaney is a charming and competent anchor, with a nicely deadpan style. It’s just as well he’s so good at what he does. Helmed by a less astute presenter, Everybody’s in LA might have been a disaster. Instead, it’s a rickety curio recommended strictly for those interested in coyotes, grumpy comedians or Americans with outstanding hair.