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Years: 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007
Genre: TV series, comedy, sitcom
Country: United States
Starring: Kevin James, Leah Remini, Patton Oswalt, Lou Ferrigno, Jerry Stiller, Victor Williams, Gary Valentine
Guest stars: Tucker Carlson, Rampage Jackson, Burt Reynolds, Nicole Sullivan, Adam Sandler, Adam West, Robert Goulet, Huey Lewis, Kirstie Alley, Randy Couture
Creators: David Litt, Michael J. Weithorn
DVD distributor: Paramount Home Entertainment
I like Kevin James and Jerry Stiller and PAtton Oswalt and the rest of the cast of King of Queens. And I REALLY like Leah Remini, who is one of the hottest women alive and a terrific actress as well. But then, this sitcom suffered simply because of that. More than any other sitcom of the 90s and 2000s, this one really, really felt like a formula crammed into a box and spit out into mass production.
I get that it’s politically correct to say that women are better than men. That they are smarter and stronger and tougher and better looking and in every way superior. It’s also very easy to get a laugh this way. Oh, look at the poor stupid men! Aren’t they adorably inept and generally terrible? Ah, he’s going to try to fix the sink! This will be so funny! Well, to some people, I guess it is. Lots of people, ’cause this show lasted nine seasons!
But to me, it’s just implausible and sad. This gorgeous, hot brilliant tough woman has inexplicably married a fat, sloppy, inept moron with very little discernible charm. Imagine, just for a moment, that the situation were reversed. Imagine watching a sitcom where, say, Brad Pitt was married to Susan Boyle. And the whole show consisted of Susan Boyle wearing the same underwear for a week at a time, or forgetting Brad Pitt’s birthday because she stopped to eat a bucket of fudge. How long do you think that would last? Would it make it out of the boardroom at all?
And so, with so many sitcoms of the 90s, we’re supposed to swallow this utterly inexplicable couple, and we’re supposed to laugh at the fact that Doug has to beg Carrie to be allowed to leave the house with the guys for a weekend. Dude – you have no kids! Why wouldn’t you be allowed to leave the house, unless she’s a heartless control freak harpie and you’re a spineless useless dishrag? Oh – because it’s funnier that way. I get it.
The final season at last tried to do something about this obvious imbalance – it took this ludicrous relationship to its logical conclusion, as Carrie and Doug began contemplating divorce throughout Season Nine. However, because the writers and creators of this show were as spineless and chicken and formulaic as Doug himself, they copped out with the big finale. So sad.