Since I live alone I don’t always enjoy the luxury of humanoid company (my cat really doesn’t give two hoots about when or what I eat) when eating dinner. Being the borderline white trash that I am, I’ve thusly taken up the habit of watching shows when I eat in solitude. Mostly I follow the usual garbage such as Lost, V, Flashforward and all that jazz. I tend to prefer light-hearted entertainment though, stuff that doesn’t require me to think and doesn’t smack my head if I briefly let my attention focus on transporting nourishment from the plate to my mouth.
So for a while I plowed through things like Friends, Scrubs and similar. Right now I’m mowing through the 7th season of the Charlie Sheen hell-ride known as “2½ Men”.
Now, when this show first started appearing in this country a few years back I thought it was slightly better than most other fast-food type american sitcoms, and I occasionally did let a laugh or to slip out when watching it.
These days though I wonder why in the name of bejesus they keep producing the crap.
It’s just the same old stale sitcom-humor. There’s nothing original or funny about it, and while it serves it’s purpose as junkfood for my brain while I shove slightly more healthy food into my mouth, it just boggles my mind why this turd keeps rolling around on television.
The show is basically about Charlie Sheen playing himself. The humor (or lack thereof) is dated, american (not on a good way) and it’s staler and lamer than a week-old dead duck. Supposedly each episode costs a shitload of money to produce as well, since Charlie Sheen apparently won’t show up unless someone waves a fat wad of cash or a transsexual prostitute holding a bag of cocaine in front of him.
But, what do I find the most despicable about this elephant-dung of a sitcom? The opening sequence.
You know, where the two and a half men lip-sync to some loopy jazz-type bullshit for about twenty seconds before gazing into the camera like three zombies on crystal meth. Recently, since the half man is growing into his teens they’ve bolted on this god-awful cheesy morphing sequence where he for a second or two morphs from his preteeny self into the teeny self.
Why can’t they take some of the twohundred bazillion gajillion dollars each episode supposedly costs and simply reshoot the opening sequence with the current incarnation of Angus T. Jones rather than slapping some half-assed morphing into it?
It really grinds my gears.
Of course, I could go on pissing and moaning about this televised IQ-drowner. But I’m not going to, instead I’m simply going to do what I should’ve done before starting to watch it, and not watch it any more.
