|Statistically though, I am one of the very |
few people who thoroughly despised Friends.
I genuinely never saw the appeal and repeatedly tried to watch the episodes, because the mass hysteria around the series convinced me I must be missing out. It is remarkably peculiar that a 20-year-old sitcom still holds such an alluring appeal. After all, why do so many 20-somethings want to stream a 20-year-old sitcom about a bunch of 20-somethings sitting around in a coffee shop? The level of mass marketing required to keep Friends on air for so long is rather concerning though.
|The sanitised, airbrushed version of New |
York life led by the perfectly coiffed sextet
|The series impeccably
captured the quintessence |
of the aspirational travel brochure lifestyle that
people were enticed into- lots of time for coffee,
gossip and peccadilloes. Nothing heavy or ugly or
weird or disturbing was ever discussed.
Is Friends the worst offender? Not at all, but most American sitcoms seem to be written by either a committee or a software application- no big words, thick guy line followed by ditsy girl line followed by straight male lead line, etc.; textbook definition of mechanical humour. The dialogue was consciously minimalist to appeal to the largest number of young adult viewers: "Hey you guys, why don't we… just… like… hang out?”
comes the joke. Can you see it? It’s coming. Get ready. Almost there. |
Here we go. Bam. Music. Next 30 second scene. Repeat.
The population like happy programmes, nothing wrong with that. There is no problem with fluffy light comedy. Fluff doesn't have to mean bad or brain rotting. It can be enjoyable light things that you want to read when you've only got 3 minutes, or you're fatigued and can't read an 8,000 word treatise on Russian literature. Friends is the ultimate equivalent of junk food.