Last Man Standing: “Spanking”

What is it that keeps me coming back to Last Man Standing? I don’t expect you to know the answer to that question. I sure don’t. I ditched the show about midway through its first season, intending to never return, but then, when I heard about the retooling effort the series underwent before its second season, I decided to sample a few episodes before leaving it behind again forever. What’s more, I wasn’t sure I really liked those episodes. I found the one centered on the 2012 election—in which the show’s characters all argued at each other in soundbites—almost painful to watch, and it wasn’t like the episodes after it were much better. There was one in the second season that seemed to kinda sorta tacitly endorse bullying a little bit (if you squinted at it just right). But the more political approach won the show a more loyal audience in a tough Friday night timeslot, and all the more power to it.
Yet I kept coming back, and in a fall season when I’ve fallen behind on so many shows, I have yet to miss an episode of Last Man Standing. Some of that, I’m sure, is because it’s on a night when there’s not much else on (I’m all caught up with The Neighbors and Shark Tank, which both air right after it, too). But I’m usually pretty good about letting shows like this slide after I’ve cut them loose, and I’ve now seen every episode of the second and third seasons of Last Man Standing so far. What’s more, when I got a screener of this episode, I pretty much rushed to watch it. This means one of two things: I either like this show more than I will admit even to myself, or there’s something uniquely fascinating in its blandness (which, come to think of it, would basically mean the same thing as the first bit anyway).
The answer I keep coming back to is a simple one: This cast has really great chemistry. It’s not exactly a stretch to say Tim Allen knows how to work a live studio audience. No one will be surprised by that after the actor’s many years on Home Improvement. What is impressive to me is that the rest of the cast—both regular and recurring—has gelled into a surprisingly formidable force, able to make even the show’s weaker gags play at least somewhat because they seem to be having so much fun. There was a time when I felt sorry for Kaitlyn Dever, so good on Justified and then so good in this summer’s Short Term 12 (and in a smaller role in The Spectacular Now), for having to be on this show for at least five years. But every time I watch an episode, she seems to be having a largely enjoyable time hanging out with these people. That has to count for something, right?
Truth be told, that’s how I’ve started to feel about basically everybody in the cast, particularly the actresses who play Mike Baxter’s three daughters. (Sidebar: Do you know how many times I’ve written about this show and accidentally typed “Mike Seaver”? If showrunner Tim Doyle and company want to get together with Kirk Cameron and reboot Growing Pains, I’m there.) Dever is the one the Internet knows, but she still hasn’t had a major breakthrough like I think she will eventually. (Hell, Jennifer Lawrence got her start on The Bill Engvall Show. I’m not convinced such a thing is out of the question for Dever.) Molly Ephraim is a terrifically adept comedic talent I’m pretty sure no one but me even knows is alive, and when this show ends, she’s going to end up on some Happy Endings-style series and kill as a fast-talking member of a single-camera ensemble, and everyone will pretend she’s a newcomer, just because the Internet never watched this show. And Amanda Fuller, who felt a bit stiff in terms of integrating with the cast in season two (she replaced the original actress in her role), has really settled in in season three. There’s a scene where it’s just these three actresses kibitzing with Nancy Travis as their mother about whether she spanked them as children (turns out she only spanked the oldest), and it’s goddamned delightful. The whole cast is enjoyable to watch, and that makes even the show’s weaker episodes slide right on by, just the way the TGIF bloc used to make ‘em.