It would be easy to dismiss this as more teen drama. And it is. But it isn't. Devi (and the actress who plays her, Maitreyi Ramakrishnan) is a complex person. She is utterly self-obsessed and a truly lousy friend, but she also lost her father suddenly and is struggling, in a very real way, with the whole growing up/defining herself thing, adding in layers of a grieving mother and an Indian family. It's rich. It's also funny. John McEnroe is the narrator -- and before you jump to the conclusion that he is an odd choice for the role, it fits ... perfectly. There is snark but a connection. McEnroe nearly tanked his career with hissy fits and temper tantrums. He doesn't just mirror Devi's pain. He understands it. And that's reflected in in the tone with which he helps to tell her story. The balance of characters, all more layered than you would think, makes the show very watchable, even with the cringe moments.
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