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What if a mysterious machine allowed you to reveal your life’s potential? What if said machine was an arcade-style machine sporting the curious name Morpho located in a small town convenience store? What if the streaming powers stretched such a concept throughout a ten-episode AppleTV+ season, with the potential for more? Such a premise acted as the connective tissue of “The Big Door Prize, “ based on a novel and a passable attempt at light comedy with semi-philosophical notions laced throughout as the residents of Deerfield contend with the machine’s appearance and what exactly the card emerging from a slot below means to each of them.  Continue reading ‘The Big Door Prize’ Season 2 Review: It’s Better, But Does The Mystery Box Comedy Have More Potential? at The Playlist.

Apple TV+ series “The Big Door Prize,” because he’s at a similar place in his life. “It did feel like a middle-aged story, and I was feeling very f–king middle aged,” the Irish-born O’Dowd, 43, told The Post. “It felt like this character had a more grown-up set of problems than what I usually deal with, which are usually either romantic or frivolous.” Premiering March 29, “The Big Door Prize” — a half-hour comedy with a light sci-fi bent — is based on a novel of the same name, adapted by David West Read (“Schitt’s Creek”). The story follows the fictional small town of Deerfield, which is forever changed when a mysterious retro-looking machine appears and reveals each person’s “true potential” (in the form of printing it on a card).

Louis Theroux’s Grounded podcast, Chris explained: ‘What happens essentially in London particularly, and in New York I’m sure, is at the same time of the year when the colleges finish, the city is swamped with these hundreds of wannabe actors, thousands probably.‘And so it’s hard to make a name for yourself or to even make an impression, and so for around two months I pretended that I had just been bitten by a dog.‘As I walked in and I would go in and say “Did anybody see that cocker spaniel on the road? Ah god” and I would be clutching my ankle and I’d pull down my sock, “it didn’t tear the skin, it’s fine, it’s fine, we’re good, we’re good”.‘I don’t know what I was hoping, other than like somebody would go, “Hey, do you know who would be