“My Boys” — Dirty Little Secrets
Every week I sit down and I watch this show and I have the exact same thought process: how is it that this series makes me laugh as consistently as it does? I swear, if you read the transcript of this show (Hey Rick, I think some people call that a “script.” Hmm, yeah?) you’d say to yourself, “My god, Kenny, how on earth did this show ever get made?” And yet, here I am, watching, laughing, enjoying… occasionally grimacing at the sometimes lousy dialogue or unbelievably cheesy (and derivative) narration. But it’s funny. Funny is worth a lot. Funny can overwrite your faults. Funny makes your lazy eye go away and allows people to look past your horrible case of dandruff and inability to converse with girls.
And not just faux-funny, like Entourage, where everyone tells you its a comedy, but where there are rarely actual funny moments. No, My Boys is legitimately funny — just not hilarious. That would be an overstatement.
This week has maintained the show’s par status: Andy’s cheap briefcase, Mike’s meat obsession, the gang’s urinal envy, Mikey’s pyramid scheme which isn’t a pyramid scheme… no wait… it is.
Good stuff. Not great stuff. But good. And funny.
August 17th, 2007 at 12:30 pm
You nailed my reaction to this show as well. Funny isn’t given a lot of credit anymore. People expect a show must also be hip, snarky, too smart for its own good in order to be considered good. “My Boys” is one of those rare times when I watch a show and wish I could be hanging out with that crowd. (Something “Seinfeld” was never able to do for me - as hip and funny as I found that, who’d want to be friends with them?)
This show would have died on a major network. Here’s hoping it will flourish and give us many more seasons to enjoy their company!