I recalled having minor issues with Veep back when it premiered in 2012, but I had to Google my review to remember what they were. Turns out I was slightly disappointed by it because, for some godforsaken reason, I'd been the impression that it would be more of a stingingly relevant political satire, maybe something along the lines of Tanner '88. What we got was a flat-out farce whose high-stakes setting was almost incidental (and funny for its near-irrelevance): basically a fairly classical "complications ensue" sitcom, but with security clearance and drone strikes and so forth, fronted by super-narcissists less concerned with the executive branch's impact on history than whether a particular suit or dress made them look fat. This, of course, is what Veep's creator and executive producer, Armando Iannucci, does better than pretty much anyone. As my misgivings were piddling, I hereby retroactively withdraw them and drown them in a very small bathtub, quietly, so as not to wake the neighbors.
You don't need to know much about the plot of season four, except that former vice-president Selina Meyer (Julia Louis-Dreyfus) is settling into the most powerful office on Earth following its previous occupant's sudden resignation in the wake of his wife's suicide attempt, enjoying all the perks it...
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