When I watch Juice, I don't just see a comedy show - I see fragments of myself refracted in neon. For so long, British TV gave us brown faces either flattened into stereotypes or erased altogether. Then along comes Mawaan Rizwan, sprinkling glitter over grief, turning awkward queer longing into surreal dance breaks, and making our aunties and our anxieties share the same frame.
From a brown, gay lens, Juice feels like a delicious rebellion. It doesn't try to be tidy or palatable for "mainstream" tastes. It's messy, kaleidoscopic, and unapologetically extra - which is exactly how our lives often feel. Mawaan takes the heaviness of identity, queerness, family expectations, and spins it into something light and magical without ever dismissing the weight underneath.
I admire Mawaan because he isn't afraid to be playful. Too often, brown queer stories are expected to be tragic, solemn, "important." But here, we get silliness and whimsy, pratfalls and fantasy sequences - and still the heart shines through. That mix feels radical. It says to the new generation: yes, your queerness can be hilarious, messy, dazzling, awkward, and sacred all at once.
Juice is more than a sitcom. It's an invitation to imagine bigger, queerer, browner futures. And in Mawaan's world, we're not background characters - we're the main event, dripping with colour, joy, and drama.
