It seemed like any normal night second semester of my Freshman year of college. My room was always the place where people sat and figured out better things to do, and that night was no exception. My friends Jess and Kolf were with me, I believe, and we had called up Fred to bring over some sort of movie, as he so often does. Instead, he showed up, It’s Always Sunny seasons 1&2 in his hand.
“Holy shit, I forgot I fucking bought this! I just found it in my desk!” he cried. The rest of us, only being vaguely familiar with the show and by title only, weren’t sure if his excitement was warranted. We put in the first disc. Three hours and another disc later we realized it was our favorite thing ever.
It’s Always Sunny is as much a spiritual successor to Seinfeld as any show that’s been released since. Much like it’s predecessor, it’s a show about nothing. Four friends and Danny Devit own a bar in Philadelphia, and hilarity ensues. I’ll just let the episode titles speak for themselves:
- The Gang Finds a Dead Guy
- Charlie Got Molested
- The Gang Exploits a Miracle
- The Gang Solves the North Korea Situation
- Mac Bangs Dennis’ Mom
Et cetera. All of these titles speak completely for the episode’s content. The “gang,” consisting of siblings Dennis and Dee, their father Frank, and their friends Charlie and Mac, always ends up in crude, horribly offensive scenarios that almost always end up backfiring on them. Still, by the next episode, nobody has learned anything or grown from their experiences. There’s hardly any continuing or reemerging plot lines, only a handful of recurring characters and jokes.
Now I’ll admit that I was slow to jump on the Sunny bandwagon. The show’s been around since 2005. But, 2008 marked the advent of season four. Thursday nights now became an event; we’d cram anywhere from 4 to 10 people into a dorm room to watch episodes like “Who Pooped the Bed?” or “Sweet Dee has a Heart Attack.”
Other than being the funniest, most offensive show on television, It’s Always Sunny has an appeal much like Seinfeld in that just about anyone can see their own group of friends in the gang. Sure, it might be a stretch, but everyone’s got the brains, the looks, the useless girl, and, of course, the wildcard. Bitches.