MagneticMediaFed

Is it cool to think Ryan Reynolds is funny? Most of me thinks no, but then again he did have the “What does it mean?” line in Harold and Kumar. Either way, his appearance in this week’s episode was a welcome surprise – er, at the very least a surprise that I was OK with welcoming. He seemed to playing himself as one of now-super-cool Brendan’s friends. Regardless, he was only in the show during the cold open then disappeared never to be heard from again. Just enough time get this paragraph written. Let’s move on (after the jump…)

So, how do we feel about the Sex and the City parody? My Boys, after all, is a total Sex and the City knock-off (right down to the silly narration), only with our heroine being a total tom-boy and her friends being a bunch of wacky dudes. The second her New York friends showed their faces, each conforming perfectly to the classic Sex and the City type I though, “Ah, nice work, writers of My Boys” but then the characters started talking and the meeting of the two worlds started to lose some of its cleverness. The joke seemed a little forced – nay – the joke seemed very forced. There were a few laughs to be had. I enjoyed the notion of a “New York/Chicago” guidebook which lists all the Chicago clubs that are like New York clubs. “The Samantha’s” frequent, illogical sex-drenched comments were funny with about 50% accuracy though funniest when Mike blatantly asked, “What are we talking about?”

We did get to see Andy in the suburbs for the first time. We don’t see much, but there was certainly a yard (and a garage!). As one who came from the suburbs to the city I can also appreciate the surplus of zucchini-based baked goods.
The highlight of the episode, however, was Brendan’s douchebag intervention — specifically Andy showing up late and thinking that the intervention was for Kenny. Since this is a sit-com where law states that everything must work itself out by the end of the episode, I’m glad that it was Brendan’s ridiculous belt that made him snap out of his douchey ways. It’s something that was completely silly and yet with just enough truth for us to buy in (that was one ugly belt), thus triggering an instantaneous undoing of everything we had seen over the past 22 minutes in a way only characters of a classically structured sit-com could manage. And I’m OK with that.

Tags: My Boys, TBS

This entry was posted on Tuesday, August 28th, 2007 at 1:00 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.