FULLER HOUSE and BOJACK HORSEMAN brought to us by the same pioneering and innovative interweb video? How did it happen? Netflix, we hardly knew ye…know what we mean?
by Alyson Herman
You know what they say: if you can’t beat ’em, throw up your hands at their inexplicable popularity and turn ’em into your personal rhetorical punching bag.
Or at least that’s been the case with Fuller House, a revival so pointless, cynical, and predictably awful that many critics, including ours, have opted to make their precious viewing hours somewhat worthwhile by taking off the gloves and going all in. The show is “a porn parody without the porn.” It’s“painstakingly re-creating and celebrating a program that was, in its heyday, a compilation of some of pre-millennial TV’s loudest and most contrived tendencies.” It’s “a dopey sitcom, but you can watch it with your entire family without offending anything but your intelligence.” It is, in short, god-awful.