Last Friday, Netflix released the long- anticipated 13-episode Full House reboot, Fuller House, with almost the entire original cast. Eighties kids who grew up on the show and nineties kids like myself who grew up watching the reruns on ABC Family were very excited for this release. Personally, I am the number one advocate of anything from the nineties– and, thus, had very high expectations.
Here are my thoughts:
First of all, the cast (with the exception of Bob Saget, who had some terrible plastic surgery) looks incredible. This may be in part to the fact that most of these actors have not been seen in literally twenty years so they’ve had plenty of time to preserve their good looks and scope out the best skin cream. Special shout-out to John Stamos and Lori Loughlin for making Uncle Jesse and Aunt Becky “the hottest couple on TV” again.
Unfortunately, that’s about where the good news ends. While we were all craving the wholesome fun of the good ol’ days, Fuller House just tries to do too much at once. Of course we want to see the whole cast back together and hear all of the old taglines.
What we didn’t want to see was all of that forcibly crammed into the first five minutes. It was as if each actor had waited so long for this moment that they all had to be the first to spit out their poorly-timed lines. The original Full House was cheesy, corny, you name it– but it was never uncomfortable to watch. That’s more than I could say after watching the pilot. There were times when I caught myself wondering, ‘Do they even have a script?’ and ‘Maybe this is actually all just a spoof?’
The other problem I have with Fuller House is that it couldn’t quite decide who their target audience is. It makes sense that it would be adults who grew up on the show, right? This explains the copious amount of sexual innuendos made throughout, even though that caught me a little off guard. And yet, at the same time, it felt like I was watching a poorly executed version the kids’ show it once was, with about half of the scenes centered around the younger members of the cast. Instead of choosing one and doing it well, it attempts to do both– sloppily.
Poor acting? Acceptable. Corny jokes? Expected. But all this? Simply disappointing.
Don’t get me wrong – I still got the chills when they all hugged it out, and, well, I didn’t exactly stop watching after the pilot. My curiosity (and masochism?) sucked me in, and, with each episode, my cold heart began to warm thanks to the cute kids, Kimmy Gibbler’s outfits, and the house being, well, less full as the episodes progressed.
Highlights: Uncle Joey with Woody Woodchuck, Uncle Jesse singing Elvis, Kimmy Gibbler acting exactly the same, and the excellent golden retriever to human ratio.
Lowlights: Forced millennial references (“Uber”, “selfie”, “fleek” – stop that), that time they broke the fourth wall to make a dig at the Olsen twins, and Steve’s (Aladdin’s) receding hairline.
If you haven’t already binge-watched the whole season, I’m not saying not to, but these are my words of caution – go in with low expectations, tough out the awkwardness of the first episode, and maybe you can enjoy it. Had this not been a coveted franchise, it would be nothing short of horrific television, but the blindly loyal fan base and nostalgia will help it survive. Will it win an Emmy? Hell no. But if you want to get that warm fuzzy feeling in your heart? You got it, dude.