I need to share something. I’ve been holding it in for at least a year, hoping things will get better, but they haven’t. So it’s time for someone to finally speak up, and I guess that person will have to be me. Like I said, I haven’t wanted to, but after last night I feel I have no choice. Here it goes…
Modern Family sucks.
There, I said it. I know, I should probably keep my mouth shut. And of course, being a mom, I should never use the word “sucks.” But I’m so bummed at how this great show, a show that broke all boundaries, has become so predictable, full of stereotypes, and banal (don’t worry, I had to double-check the definition of “banal” too; it means lacking in originality, freshness, or novelty).
Do you remember season one? I do, because I had to watch each episode at least three times – not because I’m slow, but because I was laughing so hard I needed a few extra plays to catch all of the hilariousness. Phil got run over by his daughter, Claire’s coat got stuck in the escalator when she had nothing on underneath, and Gloria went spinning into the bushes while learning to ride a bike. Now that’s good TV.
If I was literally rolling on the floor laughing for the first season, season two elicited little more than a chuckle. The main reason, as I see it, is that the jokes became recycled.
Here’s what I imagine began happening in the writers' room:
Oh, Hailey’s in this scene: Insert joke about being flighty and boy crazy. Manny enters stage left: Plug in a joke about his oversensitivity. Mitchell enters stage right: Must make immediate reference to his anal retentiveness. Then there’s Claire, who the writers have made into an overbearing, crazy caricature of a mom. Last night, in addition to her usual hysterics, they added what seems to be a seizure disorder. And I just have to say this: If I hear one more joke about Colombia, I’m going to order Ajiaco soup from a local restaurant and throw up all over my TV.
OK, so I might sound a tad ticked off. But that’s only because I love this show so much. In the beginning, it was so funny, fresh, irreverent, silly, quirky, interesting, and smart. It showed how a gay couple could be just as abnormally normal as the rest of us and delved into the pain left over from divorce that happened decades ago. There was no laugh track because it would have been superfluous. The show was a gem.
I won’t even touch upon season three. There’s no need to beat a dead Colombian horse – see how ridiculous it is to systematically insert trite and derogatory ethnic jokes? If season one had me in stitches and season two had me lightly chuckling, season three is like watching a train wreck. There’s nothing new and nothing interesting except a few golden nuggets here and there. And why, please tell me, isn't anyone talking about the fact that actress Julie Bowen is way too skinny?
Is there hope for this show that once held so much promise? We shall see. I haven’t given up yet. Maybe that’s what being part of a Modern Family is all about.
Where'd I get the image? Right here!
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