It’s an absurdly pleasant May night in L.A. and Mitch Hurwitz is spending Cinco de Cuatro — the holiest of Arrested Development holidays — the way he has spent every single day and night for the past four months: studying a triptych of monitors, stitching together footage from the zany-brainy comedy’s upcoming season, and hand-wringing laughs out of every frame.
“You can’t believe how many things you can put in a show after it’s shot,” he observes, his eyes glinting
