The show we’re addicted to, on Amazon Prime, is the Australian series “The Time of Our Lives.” There are no detectives, no murders, no ridiculous premises, no exaggerated characters. There is just one large, extended Melbourne family dealing with the minutiae of everyday life. Most of the “action” centers around Luce and Bernadette and their three daughters, the oldest of whom is from Luce’s first marriage. His brother is leaving his wife, after meeting a younger woman, and his sister, a thirtysomething adopted as a baby from Vietnam, is searching for love as well as a sense of identity. Another character, who was taken in by Luce’s parents when they were all kids, opens a comedy club, which adds to the frequent humor of the show. Most of the characters are likable; all of them are believable. It is a joy spending time with them every evening, a joy made even greater by the fact that no one I know has ever mentioned the show.
