30 Rock: "Seinfeldvision"

It's a measure of how high 30 Rock set the bar for itself in its first season that an episode full of funny dialogue, droll gags, Jerry Seinfeld, and amusing ideas can still qualify as a disappointment. The show's left-field triumph at the Emmy Awards marked a de facto coronation for Tina Fey's brainchild as the "it" comedy of the moment. I imagine even folks in caves in Afghanistan are getting tired of seeing Tina Fey pop up in credit card ads and talk shows. Since it went on hiatus, the question has shifted from "Will it survive?" to "Is it really as good as everyone says it is?"
The burden of expectation weighs heavily on 30 Rock these days, which is dancing defiantly on the sad, bloated corpse of Studio 60, a show I feel strangely obligated to kick mercilessly now that it's officially dead. That may explain why this episode feels a little strained. The comedy's too broad, the post-modern flourishes feel a little too forced and knowing. (Gosh, did ya have to look into the camera while pimping Bee Movie Monsieur Seinfeld? I know that's the joke, but at one point does "ironically" pimping your movie in a hip, knowing way veer into unironically pimping said movie in a smug, annoying way?) The dramatic subtext was also a little too on-the-nose.
30 Rock is riding high, but its first show back finds pretty much all its characters at their worst. Good old Liz Lemon spends much of the episode gallivanting about in a wedding dress like a tragic spinster from a forgotten Tennessee Williams play, a phantom bride anticipating a wedding that might someday exist. Dizzy sex kitten Jenna Maroney's weight ballooned after steadily ingesting unholy amounts of pizza during her summer stint starring in Mystic Pizza: The Musical. Tracy Jordan is reeling from a divorce that cost him Grizz. (Thankfully he retained custody of Dot.com. It's tragic what divorce can do a man's entourage). Kenneth the Page is reduced to star-struck delirium by every visit to 30 Rock from special guest star Jerry Seinfeld, who is understandably enraged by Jack Donaghy's plan to digitally insert his image in NBC shows to pump up ratings.