Crashing into Brooklyn’s low-key alt-comedy stages comes this fire-breathing maverick. Edebiri never delivers a stale, canned set—it feels like she is actively, giddily processing the horror of city life in real time, and we get the privilege of joining in on the Lyft lines and her CityMD visits. A perfect tour guide for the apocalypse.
“driving ms daisy” crawled so “crash” could walk so “the blindside” could run so “three billboards” could fly so “green book” could teleport to my house and double back handspring on my neck and make sure at least one of those white savior movies comes out a year and ruin my life
— Ayo Edebiri (@ayoedebiri) January 7, 2019