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"Some critics actually called this the 'best new sitcom of the new season'? What; are there NO other new sitcoms this season?!?" ---from the review
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Worst Week
Holy difference of opinion, Batman! To hear some critics, Worst Week is "the best new sitcom of the fall 2008 season." Why? Well, early promos promote Worst Week as being (very loosely!) based on a hit British sitcom, and some critics (and you know who you are) feel the American version will be equally funny by default. Did they even watch the American version? If they didn't, get ready for a lot of backpedaling, because this "best new sitcom" simply...isn't. Let me be more blunt. Worst Week is not only the worst new sitcom of the new season. It is quite frankly the worst series I have ever endured in my ten years as an online critic. It is so bad you feel like hunting down whomsoever you felt starred in the "worst sitcom you ever saw" before this one, and giving them an apologetic hug. There is no TV series I have ever viewed that was worse than this horrible war crime of comedy.
The biggest problem with any really bad sitcom?
The writers waste half of the episode trying to explain
one visual gag. To wit: the
writers thought it would be funny if Mister Utter Idiot wore a garbage bag as a baby diaper.
Yeah, I know; not exactly. There are other attempted jokes. Like Utter Idiot going to the house of his future father in law, while still in a diaper, and deciding to walk around in the diaper for a few more minutes, for no "sensible" reason than he has to pee. The lights go out, for some reason. He mistakes the kitchen for the bathroom. One more time: he feels around the house and thinks the room with no doors is the "bathroom," and what's more: the dinner bowl above his waist, on a kitchen table, must obviously be the "toilet." How is this even possible? Even by Gilligan's Island standards that's not possible. Even if you were to tell me this guy was mentally challenged (which, frankly, would make this sitcom even less funny, and politically incorrect as well), nothing can explain the utter idiocy of this guy. Yeah, I know, all you fanboys of the "best new sitcom"; there are more laughs! Yeah! The future father in law passes out in front of a funeral home. Then the funeral home lets "dad" take a nap in their back room, because, as we all know, funeral parlors have lots of cots in their back room just waiting for any sap on the street to take a quick snooze. Funeral director calls home and the call is answered by Mister Utter Idiot, who thinks dear old dad is dead. This "joke" stumps me. At what point is seeing his daughter and wife in tears supposed to be "funny"...? Some might say I should "give this sitcom a chance"; the last bastion of the true blue, dyed in the wool fanboy. Let's nip this in the bud right now, shall we, in just one paragraph. In episode two Mister Utter Idiot feeds the family birds poison, killing them. In episode three he tries to repair a one of a kind portrait that he set on fire. Forgive me if I'm not laughing yet, though to be honest, even by prepubescent Cartoon Network standards these jokes are simply...not.
Allegedly, Worst Week is based on a British sitcom. With no way to see a brit sitcom stateside, I must presume that Worst Week is "based" on a british series for no other reason than both sitcoms were about human beings living in a house. This sitcom is so bad I feel like suing the writers for the oxygen they wasted "writing" this story. You've been warned.
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The
concept is simple: this is the tale of an idiot ---an utter idiot---
during the "worst week" in his life. Mind you; this is a "worst week"
only for Mister Utter Idiot, as the women around him stand by
rolling their eyes. Why? Because this sitcom is from the dated, 1990's
school of quasi-sexist sitcoms, where women are apparently too insecure
to be the "joke." Instead, they stand around like cardboard cutouts,
attempting to look perfect. Hey, ladies; if you want to be perfect, here's a tip:
you're in a sitcom! In a sitcom, you're either funny or
you're worthless. At least Mister Utter Idiot is trying to be
funny!
How could this happen? Well,
what if Utter Idiot had a stranger throw up on him, only to have the
stranger pass out, and Utter Idiot takes the stranger to her house, then
Idiot strips naked to take a shower in a complete stranger's
house. Then the
stranger inexplicably wakes up from what by all accounts looked like an
alcohol-induced coma, and for some arbitrary reason
she's instantly lucid and pushing a guy three times her
size straight out the front door. So Utter Idiot, outdoors and
naked, weeds through a garbage can, and lo and behold, he finds an empty
garbage bag. Not only does the Idiot of All Village Idiots look
at the garbage bag and think, "Oh, thank heaven...clothing!"; he decides
that the best way to curb further embarrassment, is to fold the garbage
bag like a baby diaper. All that, for one visual gag...and it was the only
joke of the whole episode!
Yes:
a few critics loved this sitcom. What can I say. Some people eat hamburger. Some people eat
steak. Some eat finely broiled filet. Others eat pig's feet, with pig's
ears as a garnish. It's all a matter of taste. Worst Week is
quite frankly the pig's ears of sitcoms.
Don't argue. The background ukulele music alone is annoying enough,
even if you weren't paying attention to the "story."
Yet some critics went so far as to claim this sitcom is good, because the lead stars are
so likeable. So now we're reducing the "funniest new sitcom" to a
congeniality award? Hey; I'm a likeable critic. Where's my Pulitzer?