November 22, 2011 1 Comment
What is the Peacock Network if not consistently disappointing?
NBC, in its infinite wisdom, has decided to shelve Community midseason to make way for 30 Rock. While I don’t begrudge 30 Rock its slot, why can’t we have both and scrap the show with the annoying brunette pictured on the left?
Let’s face it: Whitney Cummings is phenomenally unfunny, and the primetime vehicle bearing her name is an affront to the craft of comedy itself. If I wanted to sit through a half hour of painful dialog, exaggerated facial expressions and nonsensical plots, I’d turn to TVOne and watch a Martin rerun.
But, no. Whitney gets a stay of execution while Community gets the “indefinite hiatus” shaft. Though network brass took steps to reassure fans the show wasn’t canceled, they aren’t exactly sure when it’s coming back.
Many writers and critics have made the case for saving this show, and in a much more articulate way than I ever could. For me, this sitcom is something of a rare occurrence in which everything comes together so perfectly that you have to pinch yourself to know that it’s real. Fearless, imaginative writing. A strong ensemble cast. Storylines that artfully weave humor and whimsy and still manage to sneak in a lesson or two without the usual ham-fisted preachiness. You can’t help but root for Community‘s band of misfits, even Chang, who–in the real world–would be in an asylum by now.
Meanwhile, NBC has ordered a pilot of…wait for it…wait for it…The Munsters!
No, that’s not a typo.
The project, headed by Pushing Daisies’s Bryan Fuller, promises to be a darker, edgier version of the cult classic, in the vein of current shows like Grimm and Once Upon A Time. Unless I see Herman snorting a line of coke off of Lily’s bare back while shooting mobsters? I think I’ll pass.