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Fuller House Somehow Beat Me Into Submission

Netflix’s Fuller House is like a “Full House porn parody without the actual porn,” says the AV Club. Fuller House is like an SNL parody version of Full House, says The Washington Post. Fuller House is like something made by aliens who studied us from afar and got things just a bit wrong in their recreation of human society, says…

Actually, I made up that last one myself. In truth, Fuller House, Netflix’s 13-episode revival of the family sitcom which aired nearly 200 episodes from 1987 to 1995, is very, very not good, but since when does that matter with Full House?

The set-up is a gender inverted twist on the original. This time, the recently widowed parent of three kids (all boys, to further the gender inversion) is D.J. (Candace Cameron Bure). The relative and friend who move in to help her are little sister Stephanie (Jodie Sweetin) and BFF Kimmy Gibbler (Andrea Barber). Unlike Uncle Joey and Jessie in the original, Kimmy brings a tween daughter with her when she moves in, thus putting three grown women, three young boys and a tween girl under the same roof in the iconic San Francisco home from the original series. The end result is a thoroughly traditional version of a TGIF sitcom, seemingly willed into existence by the twin cultural forces of 90s nostalgia and detached, ironic viewing of bad TV.

827676828343831346Behind the scenes, John Stamos has been trying to make a Full House revival happen since at least 2008, and the ratings success of the Disney Channel’s Boy Meets World sequel Girl Meets World in 2014 gave him and original Full House creator Jeff Franklin the necessary ammunition to convince Netflix to pull the trigger.

Initially conceived by Franklin “as a show about three stand-up comedians living in the same house,” the Full House we eventually saw debuted in 1987 and was used as the flagship show when TGIF was officially launched in 1989. Full House exploded in popularity after that, so much so that ABC eventually moved it to Tuesday nights for its final four seasons. Even after it stopped airing new episodes, it never really went away, always airing in syndication somewhere.

Full House was technically only a TGIF show for two seasons.

I was actually younger than D.J. and Stephanie when Full House started, and roughly the same age as Corey Matthews when Boy Meet World pretended it would be super school to live next door to your middle school teacher. The modern successors to TGIF, your Good Luck Charlie’s and Dog with a Blog’s on The Disney Channel, are not made for me.

Fuller House and Girl Meets World are theoretically different. The adult viewers are supposed to want to know what’s become of D.J., Stephanie, Kimmy, Corey Matthews and his now-wife Topanga. When there are little references to original series episodes we’re supposed to nod with knowing approval, and when Danny Tanner, Uncle Jesse and Joey, Shawn Hunter, Mr. Feeny or whoever else pop up as guest stars we’re supposed to hoot and holler just like the laugh track tells us to.

HT_girl_meets_world_jef_140319_12x5_1600However, that doesn’t always translate. In reviewing the Girl Meets World pilot, EW astutely observed, “This is clearly a series meant for viewers born after the original show ended in the year 2000, and if you’re not one of them, watching it will make you feel old. The show’s bright colors, broad jokes, and earnest lessons all scream ‘modern-day Disney,’ and it’s unclear how much the series cares about hooking mothers and fathers as well as their progeny.”

The pilot was so focused on passing the torch that in the first minute Corey tells his daughter Riley, “Here’s what I’m thinking. It’s not your world yet. It’s still my world. Because if it was your world, Maya would have you on the subway already.” If that wasn’t enough, “world” is uttered 12 more times across the pilot, usually in reference to Corey being done meeting the world and stepping aside to let his little girl have her turn. Yet the show’s first season still bent over backwards to incorporate guest appearances from Boy Meets World co-stars and frequently threw a bone to those twenty- and thirty-somethings watching with their kids.

Girl Meets World is now nearly finished with its second season, and its Boy Meets World guest appearances are virtually non-existent. Corey and Topango are still around, but it’s quite clearly a show about Riley Matthews and her Shawn Hunter-esque best friend Maya Hart, palling around with their various friends to contend with school bullies, cute boys, white guilt, religious freedom, financial responsibility and whatever else the writers throw at them. By this point, the baton has officially been passed, and if you are an adult viewer you know that what you’re watching isn’t meant for you.

fuller-house-cast-netflixFuller House is caught somewhere in-between. Its pilot isn’t so much a pilot as it is a cloying reunion special with guest appearances from just about anyone you could expect to see other than Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen, the only two who actually said no to this side show. Once Saget, Stamos and Coulier instantly recede into the background in all of the subsequent episodes the baton is clearly passed to Bure, Sweetin and Barber, and the story lines settle into standard TGIF sitcom problem-solving and group hugs. However, the new kid actors struggle to distinguish themselves, especially since they all  “give off that counterfeit Disney Channel sass of showbiz,” as The Washington Post put it. Fuller House clearly want the middle child in the family, Elias Harger’s 7-year-old Max, to emerge as their little scene-stealer ala Stephanie in early Full House, but based on the first 8 episodes he seems to yell all of his lines and has little to do other than obsess over his new dog.

I have to stop writing this review right now to admit something: While looking up Elias Harger’s name on Wikipedia, I saw that his character’s full name is Max Fuller. Wait. D.J.’s dead husband’s surname was Fuller meaning she now has that last name and so do her kids? So, Fuller House is literally about the Fuller household. Ugh.

While I’m at it, I might as well make another confession: After 8 episodes, I don’t actually hate Fuller House. Well, not anymore.

While watching the pilot, I wanted to tell anyone I could that John Stamos is actually really, really good in Grandfathered, a sitcom far more worthy of our attention than Fuller House. I imagined Bob Saget suffering a psychotic break during the first episode and going through his own version of Birdman with a version of Danny Tanner mocking him like a devil on his shoulder, except Danny is such a neat freak he’d compulsively clean up the dressing room after Saget trashed it. I pictured Andrea Barber struggling to slip back into memorizing lines and hitting her spots since she hasn’t acted professionally in years. I wanted to know how much plastic surgery was on display in front of us.

More than anything else, I just felt so, so old, especially when the new opening credits (and Carly Jae Jepson’s cover of the famous theme song) re-used the Full House credits to reminds us what Bure, Sweetin and Barber used to look like. For example:

Fuller DJFuller StephHowever, these women are seriously committing to the job. As The Daily Beast pointed out, “Candace Cameron Bure is a completely winning sitcom lead. She lights up the screen, and has the kind of crack comedic timing that makes the straight-man still fun to watch—taking after her TV dad, Bob Saget. Despite not acting for two decades, Andrea Barber and Jodie Sweetin are so keyed into their old characters it’s almost disturbing. The show is gloriously ridiculous still.”

And it just eventually beat me down into submission. Eventually, I was agreeing with the opening line of the theme song, thinking, “Yeah, what did ever happen to predictability? Why can’t a sitcom just be ‘corny, schmaltzy, hammy, predictable, pandering, and retrograde’?” These episodes are the emptiest of empty calories, and watching them will neither restore nor tarnish my childhood. Instead, it’s a reminder of what family sitcoms used to look like.

This is a world in which problems are solved by leaning on your best friend to re-enact the final scene from Dirty Dancing, and when a mother enters a wrestling ring to protect her son she suddenly becomes capable of basic (hip check) and complicated (hurricanrana) wrestling moves she’ll later claim to have no memory of, clearly so blinded by her grizzly mama instincts. You’ll laugh at the sight of a dog sitting in a potty training chair to learn how to stop popping in the house, but then you’ll laugh at yourself for laughing at such a lazy joke. At the end of the day, they’re all nice people trying to be nice to each other, and it’s just so disgustingly simple.

But that’s what you get from Full House 2.0. The only real new addition is the occasional meta joke, with references to the show’s own violin music, the high price of Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen’s fashion line and the desperation of reunion specials. Otherwise, the world said it wanted more Full House, and now that it’s here, updated but fundamentally the same, who are we to really reject it? This show is so not good, but Full House never was. We loved it anyway. I don’t love Fuller House, but I recognize that even with its showbiz-kids, odd meta jokes and groan-worthy one-liners it’s doing exactly what it wants to.

Favorite Lines:

1. Kimmy’s mixed race daughter Ramona prior to moving in with the Fullers: “Do you really want me to change schools and be the outcast loner kid? All to move in with the whitest family in America? The Fullers are like albino polar bears drinking milk in a snowstorm watching Frozen.”

2. A random classmate in the oldest son’s science class: “This is a scale model of the Haleakala Volcano, which my mom — I mean, I — worked on all night. It’s on Hawaii, which is where my mom — I mean, I — went on my honeymoon.”

3. Stephanie: “It’s not a cult; it’s a family. You know, where you wind up like five times a day in a group hug. Oh my God, I’m in a cult.”


  1. The critics ripped this show a new one. So brutal and unforgiving!

    But from the fan reaction, it appears to be a smashing success. It must be jarring for people who think of television as high art to sink back into the marshmallowy nostalgia of laugh-track sitcoms. It’s yummy trash with a warm center and that’s okay.

    1. Yeah, when reviewing something there’s a point where you have to remember who the intended was. I think the vexing part of Fuller House to some critics is that they understand exactly who the audience was, i.e., nostalgic millenials and Gen-X’ers, but they despise the trend that has made nostalgia and stunted youth the currency of the day in pop culture. As such, they wanted to make extra sure that everyone understood just how truly terrible both Full House and Fuller House were. However, as you said, “It must be jarring for people who think of television as high art to sink back into the marshmallowy nostalgia of laugh-track sitcoms. It’s yummy trash with a warm center and that’s okay.”

  2. Does this mean that Candace has finally surpassed her brother’s career?

    “Behind the scenes, John Stamos has been trying to make a Full House revival happen since at least 2008”

    I have always assumed John Stamos’ career largely died at the end of FH and that most of his spare time was spent banging Rebecca Romijn.

    My first thought was “Wow. Netflix has made this but didn’t make Hannibal Season 4”. Things probably aren’t that simple though. Netflix probably have different budgets for different genres etc.

    1. I’ll just say that it’s been a while since we’ve had anything positive to say about a member of the Cameron acting tree, although I say that as someone who doesn’t watch Dancing With the Stars. When Candace was on there she was apparently plenty popular.

      Stamos’ career went into a coma after FH, but he staged that comeback as a serious actor near the tail end of ER and stuck around in the periphery of things, pop culture wise, until Grandfathered on Fox this year. However, you can see why it was probably in his best financial interest to engineer Full House’s return, and he is a listed producer and frequent guest star on Fuller House.

      As for Rebecca Romijn, they’ve actually been divorced since 2005. She’s been Mrs. Jerry O’Connell since 2007. Still, for the majority of Stamos’ marriage with Romijn she was the public face of the couple since she was the one getting all the work. So, I remember lots and lots of jokes about how Uncle Jesse had clearly retired and married a gorgeous supermodel.

      I think Fuller House is the first traditional multi-camera sitcom Netflix has commissioned, but they do produce plenty of family friendly programming, mostly cartoons though. So they are trying to broaden their appeal while also safeguarding against subscriber loss as they steadily lose old TV shows and movies licensed to them by studios. This way some of their programming parents can safely let their kids watch will always be there.

      I guess. I’ve never really seen an explanation for why Netflix decided to make this show. I’m sure the fact that it would appeal to millenials was probably just as important.

  3. I watched the first few episodes before I really saw any of the critical reception. I was honestly a little shocked. Fuller House isn’t groundbreaking TV. It’s not an innovative comedy. It’s just fun. It’s not trying to be anything more and I really enjoyed the whole run. I can’t wait for more. It did what a lot of TV doesn’t do any more. It just made me smile. My laughter wasn’t so much from cringing and awkward moments like a lot of comedies today. It was just sweet.

    Sure, there were some moments that were a little bit overboard. There were maybe a couple too many cameos. (Though I thought Lori Loughlin as Aunt Becky was amazing. I almost wish along with Uncle Jesse they were the only cameos beyond the first episode.) At the end of the day I enjoyed myself and that’s all that matters.

    1. I actually saw your positive reactions to the early episodes on Twitter. It was odd because I saw that at the same time I was reading some of the most mean-spirited reviews I’ve seen for any TV show in a good while. It suggested an obvious divide between those who remember exactly what Full House was and are okay with it and those who can’t stomach it. It’s a repeat of the critical reaction to Girl Meets World two years ago, except in that case there was a lot more of “maybe this just isn’t meant for me” whereas with Fuller House it was a lot more of professionals forced to review it and letting their immense annoyance shine through.

      However, I think The Daily Beast put it best:

      Was Fuller House ever going to come back with sudden comic intelligence? Razor sharp dialogue? Angsty observations on the human condition? Was D.J. suddenly going to be cursing like Julia Louis-Dreyfus on a HBO series? Sex scenes featuring John Stamos (a person can dream)? A sudden allergy to Very Special Lessons set to twinkly music at the tail-end of an episode?

      Of course not.

      We keep asking for these reboots. What exactly are we expecting when they arrive?

      The brilliance—if the word could be applied to the world of the Tanners—of Fuller House is how close it adheres to the original.

      I am on episode 10 of Fuller House at this point, and I re-watched two of the early episodes last night with a couple of family members, two of whom remembered Full House, one did not. It was actually refreshing to watch something so completely unobjectionable and comfortable in its skin as Fuller House, and we all alternated between laughing at the show and laughing with it. I am not so much drawn to it by the nostalgia but instead by the actual sort of innate sweetness at the heart of everything.

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