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Uh oh. Looks like the writers of The Simpsons and American Dad need to start comparing notes. Either that or it's parking enforcement week in FOX Sunday night animation land. Apparently non-moving violations are the newest untapped comedy cache.
Between The Simpsons, Family Guy, and American Dad, I think it's pretty safe to say that we will rarely have a Sunday night when at least one of those shows does not feature the family patriarch getting a wacky new job. (Lord knows Hank Hill is far too deep into the propane game to dabble so freely.) In fact, three weeks into this season, Homer Simpson has already had three(ish) new jobs: a tow-truck driver this week, an opera singer last, and a pretend copper tubing salesman the week before. I feel like starting a TV Club pool on when Homer will return to work at the nuclear plant (I'll take Nov. 18).
There was a moment in this week's Simpsons when Homer, in response to Guidopolis' favorite tow-truck driver Matt "Louie" Dillon reciting his favorite nicknames for the street cattle he wrangles, placidly comments, "Some of those were pretty funny." That's kinda how I feel about The Simpsons these days. Okay, it's another formulaic plot. And okay, some of the jokes are painfully obvious (I saw that spilled milk gag coming approximately seven minutes before the show started). But, hey, some of those are still pretty funny. Mostly the sight gags: Skinner paddling his desk chair down the street after Homer tows his car; that inexplicable train taking out the Sea Captain's ship; Maggie holding up an "M" of hair to see the Homer in the moon. And let it not be said that the show's writers are oblivious to their critics:
Marge: I'm starting to worry about your father.
Bart: Well, I know it seems that he gets dumber every year, but lately he's plateaued.
Whether or not "pretty funny" is satisfactory for a longtime, devoted fan base is another thing. I can't say for certain whether this season of The Simpsons would warrant a season pass were I not doing this blog. I still enjoy the show, and I could think of far worse things to watch on a Sunday night, but it feels more and more like a long-term, committed relationship—comfortable, generally enjoyable, with occasional magical moments—rather than an exciting night out in TV Town. Still, some of those were pretty funny. ("Shut the hell up you damn-ass whore.")
Speaking of plateaus, I'm starting to think King Of The Hill may be coasting a bit. While the season premiere was a promising kick-off, the past two weeks have been disappointing. I know the whole "the boy aint right" thing has long been part of the show's bedrock, but there seems to be a whole lot of Bobby and Hank so far this season, with middling results. There's only so far the conflict between their opposing personalities can be stretched without becoming cliche. Even with their roles kind of reversed this week (Bobby to Hank: "So you want me to dress up like a girl and run around with pom-poms?"), it was still a little redundant—didn't we go through this a few seasons back when Bobby become the Longhorns' mascot?
And hey, isn't Luanne pregnant? What's going on there? And I'm sure Dale is up to some of his old tricks. Why relegate him to an inner dialogue? There was a little more Peggy this week, but she seemed strangely subdued—the Peggy I know and love would never settle for second chair of the PTA. And did Boomhauer even speak this episode? Rainy Street has other residents aside from Hank and Bobby, and quite frankly, I'm starting to miss them.
While The Simpsons had some subtle self-referencing moments this week, Family Guy pretty much screamed "DEFENSE" for a half hour. The evidence: