What you guys did to me then for me I’ll never forget-slash-forgive. [Gratefully] Thanks a lot. [Resentfully] Thanks a lot.
It’s also both sensible and winning how good Moe is at his new job, since constantly covering up Moe’s Tavern’s infamously filthy flaws over the years allows him to easily bamboozle the visiting nuclear inspector with quick-witted chicanery. As ever, any success Moe achieves is fraught with the soon-to-be realized dangers of Moe being Moe, but, here too, Moe’s streetwise lack of delicacy makes it easy to root for him, whether backsassing Mr. Burns’ criticism of missing every other spot while mopping (“It’s a checkerboard floor, you unwrapped mummy”), or refusing to let Homer off easy for being so irresponsible. (His quite reasonable appeal, “It’s a nuclear power plant!” is one of those moments that brings Homer’s terrifying irresponsibility into comic relief quite ably.) Sure, Moe blows it, putting on airs while slumming with his old pals in the cafeteria after the executive dining room runs out of his preferred wine (“I ain’t drinkin’ white with my coq au-freakin’-vin!”), but what finally runs him out of his cushy new job doing Homer’s old job (Homer gets demoted to Mr. Burns’ plant waterer) is his love of Moe’s. When Marge, repurposed for the episode into a Lyft/Uber driver, commiserates with him while bringing him back to the one place where he feels at home, it’s about as sweet as a Moe story gets. (And that’s even before he breaks out the shotgun to defend Marge against Springfield’s angry cab drivers.)
Oh, yeah, Marge is an Uber driver in this episode. It’s called something else, but that’s the gist, with Marge’s expert kid-ferrying skills finding a home as a cabbie. (Or, as Moe puts it when he scares of the enraged cab drivers, “Step away from the social media peer-to-peer ride share platform!”) The Simpsons can do social satire exceptionally well, even now, but there are no legs to this story and whatever pokes there are to be made at such services aren’t explored with any depth. Like a lot of late Simpsons, there are the kernels two full-length stories introduced in “My Fare Lady,” neither of which is given enough time and care to amount to an entity of its own. The Marge story, although introduced with a nicely energetic sequence of Marge showing off her driving prowess, is entirely superfluous to Moe’s story. Even the montage of her fares (including Willie, Dr. Hibbert, Disco Stu, and Dr. Nick) doesn’t deliver much before she decides she’s had enough. It’s nice that she and Moe share a moment (I’m always a sucker for Moe, despite being not-so-secretly smitten, calling Marge “Midge”), but it’s an all-too-typical case of an episode letting two unrelated story strands slap together at the end and calling it story unity. And it once again feels like the writers’ room is pulling slightly outdated “hot button” news stories off the bulletin board and calling it a plot.
In the end, all is restored, with Moe back behind the bar and among his friends/customers. The fact that he almost strangles Lenny for daring to correct what kind of wood the bar top is made of—and that the fight is introduced by Moe conceding, “The best way to get along with most people is to be kept behind a two-foot length of solid oak” only means that things are just as they should be for the guy.
Stray observations:
- I’d stop harping on this if the show didn’t keep making the same choices, but for a Simpsons episode to be more than just the thinly motivated parade of gags a lot of later-day episodes are, they need time to expand. The cute 8-bit video game couch gag tonight (from Australian animators Paul Robertson and Ivan Dixon) was fun (I’ll leave it to the more savvy among you to pick out the references). But it was also two minutes long. Follow that with another minute devoted to Homer’s Jetsons dream sequence—also cute but nothing special—and that’s a lot of time stolen from the episode proper. Especially with an episode devoted to two dueling A-stories. Only the fact that all the performers sounded like they were giving their all to their roles elevated “My Fare Lady” to the extent that it did.
- The Jetsons gag, like a lot of jokes this season, suggests that there is a lot of unused Futurama material still kicking around.
- That’s Mad Men’s Rich Sommer in the small role of the guy who recruits Marge. Not much for the guy to work with, but Sommer’s got a low-key charisma to his voice that made my ears perk up, especially at his reading of, “We bring the fair back to fares! Those aren’t air quotes—my fingers just do that after they’ve been on the wheel all day.”
- And that’s Christopher Lloyd bringing back Taxi’s Jim Ignatowski. No reason for it, but nice to hear him all the same.
- Marge’s restrained pride at getting the kids to their appointments on time is just right: “Dare I say it? Yippee.”
- Moe’s extended limbering-up routine before the first pour of the day is a nicely constructed piece of animation.
- Plus, there’s always time to draw out a joke, with Azaria’s elongated “Whaaaaat?” at seeing the bar trashed held just long enough.
- That the ladies’ night promotion breaks down over two rival book clubs (they’re reading exquisitely named The Heaven Lovers Club) is a funny gag, especially since the criticism that sets it off is so mild (“I thought it was a little slow”). Any resemblance to Internet comment sections is only in said commenters’ minds, I’m sure.
- Plus, the way that one lady whipped out the hairspray blowtorch? That escalated quickly.
- Tress MacNeille’s obvious Elaine Stritch homage was spot on—Stritch was indeed, “the brassiest piece of sass in this whole damn town.” Shame about the defibrillator joke, which seems like something that could have been cut out after she died.
- Kirk Van Houten’s unemployed again, although look out, winter—“There’ll be driveways to salt! Long, long driveways!”
- Harry Shearer, too, sounds like he was having some fun with Mr. Burns this episode. His best:
How do you fit such brilliance in such an ugly, ethnic head?
What profit a man if he gain the world and lose his soul? Seriously, Smithers, I need an amount in round dollars.
People say you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. I say with flytraps.
- “He’s not my lover!” “Let the man speak!”
- “We’re gonna search this place from top to bottom.” “Ahhh! That’s where all the problems are!”
