
14 episodes can stretch out over a loooong period of time. Bravo, for example, can take a half hour of security footage from a designer pet supplies store, dilute it with reruns, reunion specials and third party commentary and get almost a year’s worth of TV. Other networks may not have their skill at making things last, or their strangely specified tastes in programming, but new episodes are new episodes. So in these days of such uncertainty, on the heel of a couple months of impending uncertainty, why did FX feel the need to throw the third season of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia at us like angry monkeys would a piles of feces?
The first eight episodes of this past Sunny season were all doubled-up on their Thursday night timeslot. For those of you suffering from a severe math handicap, that’s four hour-long episodes in the beginning, brining the season finale (which took place last week) four weeks early. This stinks on so many levels. Sunny is one of the funniest shows on television. It’s third season was a blessing, and a long overdue one at that, but it came and went to fast it didn’t get anything close to the slow burn it deserved. Amidst new series, and the eternally frustrating first few months of new TV, it was almost completely lost in the hubbub. It’s comedy also doesn’t lend very well to the hour long format – much like The Office – so parts of the season felt a bit more like chores than the tasty TV morsels they would have been standing on their own. If FX is to kindly grant us more Sunny (which seems like an advantageous choice given this season’s ratings), I hope they’ll let us savor it a little more next time around. But I’ll take whatever I can get.
Last week’s episode, “The Gang Dances Their Asses Off,” was as dependably awesome as the rest of this season, but it hardly reached the offensive heights of past season finales (then again, there’ll never be any beating “Charlie Gets Molested”). Charlie signs the bar over to a radio station, so they can give it away to the winner of a dance marathon. The winner of the marathon turns out to be a homeless man who may or may not be returning the bar to Frank, but given Sunny’s disregard for linear storytelling, it will probably never be mentioned again. It should be noted that this, like so many things, was all a result of Charlie’s illiteracy. It also serves as a nice segue into my favorite clip of the season. From “Sweet Dee’s Dating a Retarded Person,” here is Charlie’s performance of “Night Man.” May similar laughs be on the horizon…
