In many ways, The Only Living Boy in New York reminds me of the old Seventies comedic dramas. The characters involved were often rich and entitled or flawed and conflicted. This can be a more satisfying viewing experience coming from somebody who loves watching classic Albert Brooks comedies. Ultimately I appreciated Webb’s telling of this New York City boy learning about life and love. Did I like the boy? Not really. However, the people around him were fascinating - albeit just as messed up as Thomas is - and they add a little bit of color and soul. And yes, there is a point where you see hope for Thomas to finally grow - I won’t give away why. This may not resonate with all audiences, but in the end, the connection was made.