Family Guy
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Family Guy is arguably the funniest thing on TV, touching all the humour buttons from the top to the bottom of the humour register. It is clever, consistent and lacks all moral scruples. Unlike The Simpsons or South Park, the humour isn’t dulled by compassion or the attempt to make a wise point — it is just joke after joke after joke. Jokes which don’t tire because they are so accurate.
I only recently got into Family Guy, so Wringham kindly lent me the first six seasons on DVD to catch up. Dutifully, I started watching Season One last night after work, relieved to find it was virtually the same as the episodes I’d seen from Season Six (unlike the horrible early Simpsons episodes where Homer has a different voice). The episode are so short that I had managed to watch three episodes before I had even taken my shoes off, but I didn’t want to over do it, so busied myself with other jobs.
Strangely, I find it impossible to remember any Family Guy episode half an hour after watching. What does remain, however, is an underlying smarkaleckry, a snarkiness, that niggles inside the brain. After watching Family Guy, I can’t focus on anything without my unconscious Stewie Griffin making a snobbish aside. It is really quite annoying, so annoying in fact that I’m not sure I can bear to watch the rest.