Expecting realism from an Amy Sherman-Palladino show is like expecting Elmo to break into an Ibsen monologue in the middle of Sesame Street—it’s never going to happen. Sherman-Palladino’s universes are bright, zany, sparkly places, as cozy as hot chocolate, and as insulated from darkness as a casino at Christmastime. Her characters are whip-smart, mile-a-minute talkers with unshakable confidence and improbable appetites. If Stars Hollow, the fictional Connecticut locale where her beloved drama Gilmore Girls was set, felt like a simulacrum of small-town America, the New York of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel is stranger still, like a 1950s street set that’s somehow been conjured into animation. Drunks urinate in public, women throw their trash onto the street, and yet the whole thing shimmers like it’s covered in stardust.