The Simpsons (Classic): “Krusty Gets Kancelled”
“Krusty Gets Kancelled” (season four, episode 22; originally aired 05/13/1993)
How do you end one of the greatest, if not the greatest single season in television history? If you’re the writers and producers of The Simpsons and the season in question is the fourth, then the answer is easy: stars! Lots and lots of stars! More stars than there are in the heavens! At the end of its fourth season, the show decided to throw itself a party and invite more or less every famous person in existence, including every living U.S. president. Of course, there are limits to even The Simpsons' power so it only received one actual response, a politely worded “no” from Ronald Reagan.
But the show needed a reason to flood the screen with stars; it needed a cause to attract all these celebrities. It found one in reviving the eternally troubled career of its quintessential show-business phony, Krusty The Clown, a gentleman who embodies much of what’s cheesy and tasteless and awful yet strangely irresistible about the entertainment industry.
Yet the show’s dazzling star power sometimes comes at a cost. At its weakest, “Krusty Gets Kancelled” feels like a show tailored specifically for the massive egos of its guest stars. In that respect, it’s an unfortunate harbinger of the show’s celebrity and guest-star-fixated future. Johnny Carson, for example, initially turned down a chance to appear on the show because he didn’t like the way he was originally written as a freeloader. So the role was re-written to make Carson appear super-human: a dynamo capable of lifting a car over his head and singing opera—at the same time. It’s still a moderately amusing joke and Carson was a huge, huge get, a semi-recluse who doled out public appearances stingily following the end of his Tonight Show run but there’s still something a little disconcerting about the preeminent satire of the twentieth century allowing celebrities to help dictate how they’d be portrayed on the show. “Krusty Gets Kancelled” flatters its roster of guest stars. I suspect that’s a big part of the reason the show was able to book Carson, Hugh Hefner, Elizabeth Taylor, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, Bette Midler and to a much lesser extent, Luke Perry, who is revealed to be Krusty's half-brother, to appear on a single animated sitcom. Unfortunately, in its second half, “Krusty Gets Kancelled” becomes more about celebrities than satire; the story sometimes seems to serve the celebrity cameos rather than the other way around.
Ah, but that’s mere nitpicking on an episode that’s more than just solid: It’s often transcendent. The hilarity and ingenuity begin with the way Springfield is whipped into a frenzy of excitement over the imminent arrival of something or someone called “Gabbo” before anyone in Springfield has the fuzziest notion who or what Gabbo might be. Excitement, anticipation and confusion about this mysterious “Gabbo” goes viral in a decidedly pre-Internet way: people can’t stop talking about Gabbo and guessing who or what he might be. Homer, the sage that he is, guesses that this Gabbo mania might, in fact, be about “some guy named Gabbo.”
The sheep-like folks of Springfield don’t even have to know what or who Gabbo is to blindly follow him. Before Springfield gets its first glimpse of him, Homer says of this magical new mystery entity, “He’ll tell us what to do!” And isn’t that what the terrified people of Springfield are really after? A strong leader to liberate them from the terrible burden of free will?
Sure enough, Gabbo is both greater and lesser than his deafening advance hype suggests. He’s greater in the sense that he’s an entertainment dynamo of a ventriloquist dummy who can dance and sing and quip and move about independently like some manner of demon-possessed hell-beast. Gabbo can do the impossible: At the end of his spectacular introduction to the people of Springfield a series of tiny jets soar over the stage as a magnificent, if unlikely, climax to his dazzling opening spiel. And he’s lesser in the extent that he’s ultimately just a dummy with the nasal, grating whine of Jerry Lewis—along with Lewis’ raging contempt for his audience.