'Only Murders in the Building' review: Still a lot of fun 

 But why in hindsight? Because the genre is so well-loved, specifically the Quirky Manhattan Bachelor one, going all the way back to "The Odd Couple," and continuing on through "Will & Grace," "Seinfeld'' and (more recently) Broadway's "Oh, Hello." There's something uniquely entertaining about a certain type of Upper West Side habitue who can't see past Riverside Drive or Central Park West and has no intention of ever traveling further north than 92nd St. or further south (heaven forbid) than Columbus Circle. Lovable cranks, they always seem to live in gorgeous prewar duplexes but still complain endlessly about Gristedes, the noise and the rats (nor could he or she possibly function any place else.) "Only Murders in the Building" got that type exactly right.

Nevertheless, the real genius of the show may have been Gomez's Mabel. With her retro-anti-fashionable name, old-soul personality and indeterminate sexual orientation, she brought the real mystery to the heart of the whodunit. Who was Mabel and why was she so content to hang with these two Upper West Side has-been habitués? 

Expect few solid answers to that or any other prevailing question this season, but do expect the exact same formula. Riding up in the Arconia elevator with Oliver, Schumer characterizes it this way: "I wasn't that into murder before — murder podcasts — but you guys made if feel so cozy. Cozy murder!"

The cozy murder mystery this season is Bunny's — now affectionately referred to as "Bun-Bun" — which allows for a deeper exploration of her back story and, incidentally, her own particularly gorgeous duplex. As it would happen, Bun-Bun had a pet parrot named Mrs. Gambolini, which perfectly mimics her former owner's fulminations and possibly holds a clue to her murder as well. Meanwhile, Cinda Canning (Tina Fey) continues to find (and fabricate) material for her new competing podcast, "Only Murderers in the Building." The race is on to true crime podcasting glory. Will she unmask the murderer before Oliver, Charles and Mabel do, or will the real murderer be Cinda herself? (As usual, the malefactor will be someone we/they know. Cinda seems like a plausible candidate.)

The first eight episodes (those offered for review) go down effortlessly and, if none was particularly memorable, each was pleasurable. In a streaming/podcasting world stuffed with true-crime-all-the-time, "Only Murders" now actually feels like a necessary antidote to the real thing.