Pauline Alone

A salesman on a bum route runs in to an odd lot.

A stripper named Zola embarks on a wild road trip to Florida.

A paraplegic man leaves home for the first time only to discover that life on the outside is not like he had imagined it.

A woman calls a suicide prevention hotline and is put on hold.

A man watches his life unravel after he is left by his blind girlfriend.

A couple goes through a long, drawn-out divorce.

It’s quintessentially late afternoon Californian sun. The eponymous house gently hosts a number of clipped social encounters. Each of these denotes dynamics of power in race, gender and class. While it’s the macaw that seems ostensibly and literally caged, Bravo’s drama of manners suggests that every single one of us may not be quite as uncaged as we assume.

An author nurses brain tumors he does not have and mourns family members who are not dead while preying on people’s sympathy to get away with almost anything.

After locking herself out of her apartment, a young woman finds herself in the company of a strange and frightening neighbor.