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Feb 20, 2026 By Kyle Mullin Photography by Netflix Web Exclusive

Just like the neon billboards and slot machines of its Las Vegas setting, Strip Law’s jokes are dizzying. You’re sure to even rewind segments of this zany new Netflix animated comedy because you’ll laugh at one gag long enough to almost miss the next.

Those chaotic, rapid fire jokes center around disgraced lawyer Lincoln Gumb, voiced in a faux no-nonsense tone by Adam Scott (Severance, Party Down). He heads up a crumbling Las Vegas law firm and lives in the shadow of his mother. She was a legal legend with her partner Steve Nichols, and their practice was a household name in Sin City. That is, until the pair fell out and the elder Gumb passed away. Now Nichols (Keith David; The Princess and the Frog, Dead Presidents) humiliates Lincoln in court every chance he gets. Lincoln, at times in early episodes, has delusional conversations with his dead mom, then copes by slinking off to his favorite dive bar. And he’s the relative straight man. That’s because this off the wall cartoon’s cast is rounded out by Lincoln’s body builder niece Irene Gumb (Aimee Garcia of Dexter, Lucifer) and disbarred family friend/uncle figure Glem Blorchman (Stephen Root of Barry, Office Space). They’re the measly talent pool Lincoln manages to keep on payroll as a rogue’s gallery of wayward clients. Other supporting characters add even more turmoil to the proceedings, voiced by impressive guest stars like Joel McHale, LeVar Burton, and even Weird Al Yankovic.

Things begin to slowly look up for Lincoln Gumb when he bumps into a juror from one of his failed cases, Sheila Flambé (Emmy nominee Janelle James of Abbott Elementary). As Gumb glumly meanders along the gawdily lit Las Vegas strip he recognizes Sheila, a once burgeoning magician, reduced to performing tricks curbside. This is one of Strip Law’s many subversive successes: eschewing obvious Vegas casino-centered plots in favor of the city’s comparatively overlooked stage shows and lax legal system. When Lincoln sees Sheila “guess” a spectator’s card not by conventionally flipping through the deck, but instead shooting a trick bullet designed to stop precisely at the King of Clubs, he can’t help but compliment her showmanship, and invite her for drinks and feedback on his deposition. The former juror not only gets sloshed with the schlubby lawyer, but also lays down a litany of hilarious reasons why he was an ineffective bore in court. Before long, the bombastic Sheila shows Lincoln how she paints the town red: from an inebriated gun range visit where cattle are somehow legal targets and bazookas and Capone-esque Tommy guns are available; to a drug binge where Lincoln Gumb is visited by his namesake Abraham Lincoln, except the top hatted former President is wearing jorts and a tube top, revealing his six pack, naturally.

In fact, as Sheila, James steals every scene she’s in, especially once Lincoln hires the down-on-her-luck magician to give his court-prep more pazazz. That’s no small feat for James, co-starring with voice and character acting vets like Root. His Glem spouts dementia-meets-drunkard diatribes about defending a neighboring town whose plumbing is backed up with turfed Vegas booze. His solution? Lobby to turn the entire town into a bar. Then there’s Keith David, whose legendarily booming baritone has been featured on countless cartoons. He’s clearly having a ball with not only Strip Law’s off the wall dialogue, but giving equally funny shrieks and wails when Sheila and Glem take to pranking his stuffy lawyer character Nichols with creepy insects and trap doors.

Sheila heads up another instantly memorable scene where she tries to help Lincoln with a client suing a rival to become Vegas’ one and only legal Santa Claus (Paul F. Tompkins of BoJack Horseman). Her solution? Tie a reindeer’s feet to drones in their law firm’s board room, in the hope she can get it to fly and win over the jury, of course. Let’s just say the sound effect department flexes impeccably in this scene.

Though the prep scenes are sidesplitting, Strip Law’s court segments don’t disappoint. On a Halloween episode, one of the series’ numerous disinterested and incompetent judges dresses like a Justice Is Blind-themed Freddie Krueger, with little gavels instead of talons. Another episode features an actually decent seeming lawyer named Mike Milk voiced by Carl Tart (Party Over Here). Even he has a lewd gimmick: he’s unusually tall, so justice is “always within reach.” That is according to the hilarious TV ad that the series cuts to, which also shows the gangly Milk scoring a layup at a basketball hoop, the clumsy lack of continuity in the editing failing to hide that it took him a few takes to do so. In fact, Strip Law’s cuts to commercials, and send ups of amateur local production levels, is sure to be one of the show’s funniest hallmarks.

Apart from the Tall Lawyer and the Halloween Judge, Strip Law also features another compromised judge rushing through cases to break a daily record. His hastiness makes one trial begin before the prosecution is ready, so he dismissively tells Sheila she’ll need to switch sides and argue against her partner, Lincoln. She proves nearly as effective as him, though that’s not saying much and it leads Lincoln to quip his law degree is useless.

Both protagonists going toe to toe prompts one of Strip Law’s few instances of true character development. In fact, this might be one of the points audiences quibble about, considering some of this series R-rated animated competitors burrow into their characters’ psyches, or lace their jokes with stinging satire and social commentary (BoJack Horseman springs to mind).

But who are we kidding? Most fans of edgy cartoons, and comedy in general, will love Strip Law’s shameless pursuit of debased jokes, along with its casino-like overstimulation. After all, why would Sin City need redeeming?

Author rating: 7/10