“You are not a person. You are a malfunctioning robot. And it’s sad, Forrest, because you used to do things because you wanted to do them. Not because a stranger said I should take my dick out and walk all over my ex-wife’s front lawn.”

Review is one of the most surprising, glorious shows that I’ve ever seen on television. I was anticipating these final episodes almost as much as I’ve been looking forward to the new season of Twin Peaks (which is saying something, guys). Continuing to defy expectations, this final season is not at all what I expected, yet it still manages to simultaneously be a very different Review as well as the same old one. The series is aware of its impending ending, and in turn it feels like every episode is injected with an extra sense of purpose. This year of the show—much like Forrest himself—is especially trying to say something. It just might break a man in the process.

Even if you’ve never watched a minute of Andy Daly’s bewildering nosedive into madness before (and if that’s the case, shame on you), Review’s third season does a very economical job at catching up new viewers as well as re-easing old ones back into this skewed world. Constant primers are popping up reminding the audience of the crazy voyage that Forrest has been on, but these moments only highlight Forrest’s intense commitment rather than feeling expository.

Heading into this season, I was more than ready to get a year that began with Forrest and Grant in the wilderness, reviewing tactics of desperation like “Drinking Your Own Urine” or “Eating a Raw Squirrel,” with the season chronicling the last days of a man at his end. Interestingly enough, the show does still explore that idea, but in way that’s much more internal.