Tell Me the One About the “Metrosexual” Again?
“You didn’t like that, did you.”
“I can’t even convert to tweet how horrendous it was.”
This might be why I don’t give new TV shows a chance. I have Gilmore Girls, I have Gossip Girl, I have New Girl which I watch because it makes me mad, and I have LOST.
What I do not have is a need for…what IS this show?
I feel bad for how bad it is. Bless their hearts, the writers, yay for them for having a TV-writing gig, and yay for the actors being on a show…but the end result. It can really only be our fault.
Three minutes in, after conservatively 16 applications of the most aggressive laugh track since The Flintstones I said,
“Is this set in modern day?”
It’s racist, you guys. And not even with an edge of societal commentary, it’s just plain The-Honeymooners hamfisted about it. The set ups for the jokes are so obvious, you can almost Rocky Horror along with the punchline. It’s painful. And it’s our fault.
When the third season premiered on September 21, 2009, Big Bang Theory ranked as CBS’s highest-rated show of that evening in the adults 18–49 demographic.
It’s not a new show. And how many shows never even get a second season? This has been around since 2007, it’s been nominated for Emmys, and its survival must mean this is what we want. We want stereotypes. We want gimmicks that have so much potential, yet are played to a lowest-denominator badum bum. We want not to think. Entertainment in this form is really only an interruption of silence. That’s what we want?
Can we as an audience not handle more? The wiki page makes this seem like an awesome show. And it is! If you love going to see a friend of a friend in a beginning Improv class where you’re insulted in the lobby beforehand and slip on a banana peel on the way home, you’ll adore it.
Shatner wept.
(PS: It was really Spock? I said during the episode, “They couldn’t even get Leonard Nimoy to do his own voiceover?” When I don’t even believe you playing yourself? Eesh.)
