Exhibit seventeen million or so that the only good programming available on “TV” right now is original content streamed on Netflix is Somebody Feed Phil. Don’t let the stupid title fool you. The show is great.
A sort-of sequel to PBS’s I’ll Have What Phil’s Having (a great show with a great title), Somebody Feed Phil stars Philip Rosenthal, creator of Everybody Loves Raymond and a writer or producer of a dozen more movies, TV shows, documentaries, and short films. Phil’s the guy behind the scenes on a lot of what you already know and love.
Somebody Feed Phil (and its 2015 predecessor) give us Phil the actor and congenial host of a documentary-ish travel show about food. No, not about food. Amazing food from amazing out-of-the-way spots all over the world. “Jealous” is the word that describes your reaction to much of it, though Phil’s so charming you’re really not jealous at all; you’re happy for the guy and root for him to find more delicious food all over the world. It’s basically Eat Pray Love minus the pray and a much more down-to-earth version of love. Told by a funny Jewish guy who doesn’t take himself at all seriously, yet has a healthy respect for those he meets and for the cultures he encounters. Bottom line: You literally cannot feel sad watching this show.
Netflix dropped half a dozen episodes of Somebody Feed Phil two weeks ago and I already need more. Much, much more. I still haven’t gotten a straight answer on why the original (which aired on PBS in 2015) wasn’t picked up for more episodes. Especially strange considering that the rebooted version is even more PBS-ish than the original. Hmpf. Goes to show that Netflix just knows what it’s doing. To PBS: We do your shows better than you do them.
Now somebody, please… give me more of this show. Now!