Fuller House Was Everything It Should Have Been (So Stop Kvetching)
When I went to Google a Fuller House photo for this post, Google tried to autofinish it to “Fuller House sucks.” It already begins.
Look, I get that Full House doesn’t hold up to modern television. Modern TV has fantastic characters, complex storylines and character arcs, more sophisticated humor and better cinematography. TV is better than film right now as far as original content, and Netflix specifically is killing it in this arena. Fuller House feels and looks like the original source material: cheesy jokes, sappy moments, and awkward, awkward scenarios that don’t fit the vibe of modern TV at all.
I loved almost every minute of it.
The Fuller House crew did a fantastic job gearing the nostalgia toward its intended audience–namely, those of us who were kids when the show first aired. We are the older millennials and the youngest Gen Xers who grew up crushing on Uncle Jesse and Aunt Becky, who are the same ages (roughly) as DJ and Steph. In Fuller House, the references are updated and the jokes are a little edgier (and more boob-centric). What I love the most is that the girls have grown into chill adults and they’re kicking ass being (basically) single ladies. I worried that I wouldn’t like DJ, but Candace did a fantastic job riding the edge at the corner of clean and real. Stephanie and Kimmy went from (purposely) annoying kids to sassy, savvy adults. The kids on the show are well-written and well-acted, too, which doesn’t always happen on sitcoms.
Kimmy and her daughter Ramona were probably my favorites, truth be told. Kimmy was treated pretty crappily by most everyone on the original series for her eccentricity; fast-forward a few decades and she’s not a dorky pariah anymore, she’s “quirky” and awesome. (I mean, she’s still a dork–but we dorks know it’s secretly a good thing.) It becomes difficult even for Stephanie to keep up their long-held animosity because Kimmy is cool AF. And Ramona is a good Kimmy offspring without being an exact carbon copy.
Even Danny finally hugs Kimmy. And she throws some major shade, calling it “anticlimactic.” You go, Kimmy.
The only parts I wasn’t crazy about was the Steve-Matt battle for DJ’s love and the Bollywood appropriation party. Steve acted super immature, possessive, and borderline creepy. I really, really wanted DJ to tell him that their relationship was in the past so she could explore things with Matt (I mean, I didn’t see her running to jump into Steve’s arms). My husband, on the other hand, seems to be totally #TeamSteve, so maybe that’s just me (but it’s totally not just me). As for the party–well, it’s just not cool to try on other people’s cultures as a theme.
What has been annoying has been the Fuller House backlash. I get not liking it–it’s clearly not meant for everyone. It’s also clearly not supposed to be competing with smart, serious television; Full House and Fuller House are both campy as hell. There’s quite a leap, though, from not liking it and it actually being terrible; it’s like if I went to a seafood shack–I couldn’t really complain about the food since I don’t like seafood. I’m not the intended audience. Fuller House is everything that it needed to be for people who remain nostalgic fans of the original show and I think they did a great job overall, despite one or two overly-awkward moments. (But it wouldn’t be Full(er) House without awkwardness.) Knowing your audience is step one to making a successful show; even if it’s not as brilliant as OitNB or The Walking Dead or Mad Men, Fuller House is successful in that respect. So yeah–I’m not ashamed to admit that I loved every cheeseball minute and I don’t care if that makes me un-hip. (We’re pretending I ever was hip, right?)
Did you watch the show? Are you #TeamMatt or #TeamSteve? Who’s your favorite character? Hug it out in the comments.