Quarantine time has obviously meant a lot of binge TV watching. The latest one for me, consumed mostly over this last weekend was Brew Brothers, a Netflix original about two distinct brothers trying to run a brewery together.
Estanged since a childhood beer contest went awry, the two beermaking brothers, Wilhelm and Adam wind up working together again after Wilhelm (Alan Aisenberg) started a brewery and then floundered before hipster-ish, and whole-heartedly pretentious Adam (Mike Castle) brings his honed skills to the foray.
What ensues of the eight-episode arc is hijinx, shenanigans, and plenty of scenes that make you do things like utter “Oh god, no”, look away, then watch through side-eye. Lots of jokes about body fluids, insertions of objects, and abject sexuality. Oh, and monks.
It reminds me of a blend of Always Sunny In Philadelphia and The League. It is uncomfortable, raunchy, and, a mash tun of funny.
I laughed quite a bit during this one, but I fully admit this show was directly targeted at me. No, not guys like me, but ME specifically. While I find it hilarious, many of the jokes require a specific ratio of appreciation for the sophomoric and the self-aware pretentiousness built into the craft beer scene. Everything from Adam bringing his own beer to other breweries, to Wilhelm droning on and on about his time in East Belgium. Belgium, by the way, is on my bucket list. Maybe top three, even. But the show manages to both mock and pay homage to the craft beer lifestyle.
Carmen Flood’s Sarah is believable as a likeable MMA dropout turned illegal brewery manager and Marques Ray’s Chuy has a good chunk of the truly great one-liners and offbeat reactions in the show. Plus side characters Matt (James Earl) and Jack (Mike Mitchell) play characters living my dream life, two dudes who invested a small amount into a brewery and then got to drink for free for life. Elvis and Becky are basically a male and female version of The League’s Rafi, played perfectly by Jason Mantzoukas.
Set in LA, there are plenty of actual California brewery easter eggs throughout the show too.
Greg Schaffer wrote five of the six episodes and served as executive producer along with Jeff Schaffer, who previously created and wrote for the aforementioned The League, which was another show that was admittedly much funnier for a small niche of people. There isn’t much depth to the characters, but the season is short enough that is forgiveable. If they desire a longer run, they will have to improve that some, but there would be time for that later.
At eight half-hour episodes, Brews Brothers is just a four-hour investment, and worth it by and large.
I give it four out of five Adams.