This weekend, I was surprised to find an eight-hour ReelzChannel marathon of the short-lived animated series
The Critic, James L. Brooks' second foray into animation after the success of
The Simpsons. Created by
Simpsons writers Al Jean and Mike Reiss,
The Critic aired on ABC during its first season (1993-94) and then for its second and final season (1994-95), it went to die on Fox (where the show's "Hey! We're on Fox" gags were amusing, while on a non-Fox channel in reruns years later, uh... not so much). The show, which comes complete with Simpsonian catchphrases that never took off ("It stinks!," "Hotchie motchie!,"
the Chuck McCann-referencing "Hi guy!"), later enjoyed a cultish afterlife in webisode form and on both DVD and Comedy Central's animation lineup.
The ReelzChannel marathon reminded me how funny
The Critic could be, though the rest of America didn't agree, including TV critics who found it difficult to warm up to the show like they had with
The Simpsons. Even Matt Groening, Jean and Reiss' on-and-off-and-on-again boss, had gripes about
The Critic. (The
Simpsons creator opposed Brooks' idea of a
Simpsons/
Critic crossover show and took his name off the credits of that episode. Some of Groening's gripes are understandable. The crossover added more continuity errors to a series that was already drowning in them--in the
Critic universe, the
Simpsons characters were established as fictional.)
The titular loser is Jay Sherman (Jon Lovitz), the miserable host of a Manhattan-based movie review show that's constantly being tinkered with by cable network CEO Duke Phillips (Charles Napier), a Ted Turner-like chicken and waffle house magnate. While getting reacquainted with
The Critic, I was struck by how the love/hate relationship between Jay and his intrusive boss seems to have been carried over in the dynamic between Liz the principled comedy writer and Jack the well-meaning but meddlesome network exec on
30 Rock (and like Duke, Jack thinks his favorite employee is gay). The big difference between Jay/Duke and Liz/Jack is that most of Jack's ideas have actually helped Liz's program
The Girlie Show (Jack's hiring of movie star Tracy Jordan boosts the ratings of the rebranded
TGS), while none of Duke's ideas have ever worked (
one of my favorite Critic episodes--also the source of the classic Franklin Sherman line that I referenced in this post's title--involves Duke's insistence on pairing Jay with sidekicks, which range from a grizzly bear to a sassy black kid named "Lil' Shabazz").
Though it was given great time slots by both networks (ABC paired it with
Home Improvement, while on Fox, it followed
The Simpsons), why wasn't
The Critic able to attract viewers like
The Simpsons and
King of the Hill did? There's a theory in a post by Jaime J. Weinman that could explain
The Critic's inability to find an audience. He thinks
30 Rock is a ratings underperformer because it suffers from the same flaw that he says is also plaguing
How I Met Your Mother: the central character, the one figure that the audience is supposed to identify with, is the show's weak link. (Weinman feels Liz and Ted, the "
I" in
How I Met Your Mother, lack presence as central characters--they're constantly overshadowed by the other characters on their respective shows--and the less patient viewers have abandoned these shows because they can't find any characteristics in the leads that they could relate to.) While I don't consider the characters of Liz or Ted to be the weak links (for me, the weak link on these ratings-addled cult shows has often been
the stunt casting), I could see why Jay's irritable film critic persona could be off-putting to viewers because you know how much America loves film critics.
I also think
The Critic failed to connect with viewers because of its offbeat cosmopolitan setting, which, for me, was one of the show's charms. The setting was reflected in everything from Hans Zimmer's sprightly, "Rhapsody in Blue"-inspired main title theme (an early taste of what was to come in his surprisingly enjoyable
Simpsons Movie score) to the character design, a shout-out to the drawing styles of New York cartoonists like Al Hirschfeld and the
New Yorker illustrators. Viewers tend to embrace animated sitcoms set in suburban neighborhoods (
The Simpsons,
King of the Hill,
South Park,
Family Guy) and avoid cartoons set in the city (
The Critic,
Futurama,
The PJs), perhaps because the characters on these city shows have been too abrasive for their tastes, and Jay was no exception.
Here's another Weinman theory:
viewers avoid darker-toned sitcoms (
The Honeymooners and Brooks' own
Taxi were ratings flops during their initial runs).
The Critic was far from dark, but my God, Jay the adopted, divorced and luckless schlub suffered through life more often than Charlie Brown--even though he seemed to get as much tail as George Costanza.
Too bad viewers bolted because they couldn't stomach seeing those brash qualities in a prime-time cartoon. They missed out on other great elements of
The Critic, like any gag involving the show's funniest character, Jay's WASPy adoptive father Franklin (Gerrit Graham), a former New York governor whose main vice while in office seemed to be cocktails rather than
whores. Had
The Critic continued for more than 23 episodes, I would have loved to have seen what else the writers had in store for the insane and eternally tipsy Franklin, who, like Ralph Wiggum on
The Simpsons and Tracy on
30 Rock, lives in "a different and more wonderful universe than everyone around him," as the
A.V. Club's Nathan Rabin once wrote about
Ralph and Franklin. A couple of the secondary settings in Jay's fully realized universe could have functioned well as separate shows of their own, like the mansion where Jay's adoptive family lives or his son Marty's U.N. private school, where the kid from Easter Island can't catch a break and the African headmaster creepily laughs at his own jokes.
There was clearly more to the show than just the movie/TV/pop culture parody gags, some of which haven't aged well, while others are amazingly dead-on, like a sequence involving a musical version of
The Hunchback of Notre Dame--this was two years before Disney released its animated song-and-dance version of
Hunchback. (Speaking of which, the random movie/TV spoofs make more sense in the showbiz setting of
The Critic than they do in the non-showbiz setting of
Family Guy. My favorite
Critic parody is a 007-style depiction of Fifth President James Monroe, who spits game at a damsel in distress with a Connery-esque "Welcome to the Era of Good Feelingsch.")
Critics who couldn't warm up to
The Critic because they felt it lacked the heart of the earlier seasons of
The Simpsons must have missed the poignant
"Every Doris Has Her Day," the most Brooksian of all the
Critic episodes (Brooks is credited with providing many of
The Simpsons' more emotional moments). In that episode, Jay discovers a kindred spirit in his previously unfriendly, chain-smoking makeup artist Doris (the late Doris Grau, who also voiced Lunch Lady Doris on
The Simpsons) and begins to think she's his birth mother. But to Jay's disappointment, DNA results prove otherwise. Now that's one juicy thread the
Critic writers could have pursued if Fox hadn't killed the series: would Jay ever find his birth parents?
The series could have lasted longer had it been produced for a cable channel like IFC, which would have understood
The Critic because IFC's specialty is original programming that satirizes showbiz (
Greg the Bunny,
The Minor Accomplishments of Jackie Woodman), and its audience consists primarily of Jay Sherman types.
The Critic just had the misfortune of airing on a network that found it too crass and a network that found it too tame.
And that stinks.
Boogie with Baby '37 when The Critic
airs Mondays at 6:30pm ET/3:30pm PT, 8:30pm ET/5:30pm PT and 11:30pm ET/8:30pm PT on ReelzChannel. Most DVR-worthy Critic
episode: the break-up of Siskel and Ebert (who voiced themselves).
Stuff Asian People Hate #16: Long Duk Dong in Sixteen Candles. 
