BoJack Horseman is Raphael Bob-Waksberg’s cartoon sitcom created in a species-mixed world of animals. As the third season just ended in July, most people actually just began to watch the TV show recently. They posted lots of screenshots as a kind of fashion trend—they could find an echo in their lives from actor’s lines. However, they always forgot that BoJack is good at saying those moving and inspiring sentences, he barely could finish doing them, or achieve them in the right time.
But firstly, back to the recap of the third season of BoJack Horseman. Unlike former seasons, things are turning well for BoJack. He completed work on his passion project film, Secretariat, and now the awards buzz is swirling. Basically, he has everything he wanted: a hit movie, Oscar buzz, and the renewed respect of Hollywood. But turning down a season of poor selections and the recognition that his performance in the film is a carefully orchestrated sham, BoJack isn’t feeling too enthusiastic about his latest career resurgence. That leads to the general through-line for this season— BoJack struggles for that elusive Oscar award, while dealing with the recognition that no awards could fulfill that gaping chasm in his life. This BoJack becomes a totally different horseman than he once was. The things that once mattered to him do not matter anymore. The achievements he eventually achieved might be too late.
Along the series, creator Raphael Bob-Waksberg continues his scathing satire on Hollywood culture. This season focuses mainly on the meaningless awards cycle and the endless press junkets. And that scathing satire is what I believe to be the essence of this show. Also, people like beautiful sentences to comfort their “broken hearts”, they keep ignoring that the horseman is always running away from responsibility— he knows it is wrong, but he refuses to change because that would be too hard and too late for him. The horseman is a loser, he does bad things for friends, he gives up lots of things. Basically, his whole life sucks, but why do we still enjoy witnessing the life of the horseman whose value of the world seems to be negative? I think that maybe we all have some shortcomings that are amplified and shown by the horseman. This makes us feel we are better than him, and that life is still hopeful and positive. The horseman—sometimes—has the courage to resurge his dream, so why can’t we? Even we may fail, but we are still better than him.