Yesterday, I was busy doing what I normally do (lying around, being an introvert, not meeting new people) when a hard fact suddenly hit me:
“The Simpsons” has been around a long, long time.
I was renting “Bart vs. the Space Mutants” for my NES back in 1990, and that was SEVENTEEN YEARS AGO. Since then, my primary, entire elementary, adolescence, teen, and young adult years have run parallel to this show’s continued existence. I was there for everything: the raging soccer mom movement against Bart’s underachiever/sling-shot t-shirts, the show being moved to Thursday nights, the “Who Shot Mr. Burns?” specials, Milhouse dealing with his parents divorce, fandom spreading to the Internet, comic books, trading cards, stickers and posters. I once had a towering stack of VHS tapes where I’d religiously recorded edited syndicated episodes, and a separate one where I taped most of the eighth season when it was originally broadcast (this, coincediently, means I also owned a collection of commercials from 1996.)
And of course, I was there when the show hit absolute rock-bottom. Around about season nine or so, all the old writers were suddenly shuffled out the door and replaced with a staff who had never seen a single previous episode in their lives. The character were reduced to one-joke shells of what they once were, and the stories were lame-brained affairs, clearly the result of producers whose hammers were falling on an empty chamber of ideas. But mostly, it was the jokes. Out of the blue, they just stopped being funny.
So I completely stopped watching any new airings of the show. Instead, I became content on collecting DVDs of the older, better days, and watched “The Simpsons” collapse into utter banality from afar. For some reason, it continues being on the air despite being the equivalent of a maggot-infested, desecrated corpse. Only the “Simpsons” name is keeping it alive.
Now, in less than three days time, The Simpsons Movie will be hitting theaters. It’s certainly no small event, especially for Fox, who have been advertising the hell out of it. As the countdown to the movie’s nationwide release begins, I can’t help but wonder if this will be the redeeming factor in the show’s history. One big upside is that the screenplay was written by a lot of the old writing staff– the ones who didn’t confuse “The Simpsons” with a “Family Guy” marathon.
Will “The Simpsons” be released from its prison of despair? Or will it keep rotting and be forced to go on living, like a 29-year-old cat with no hair and teeth? Only time will tell.