Well, depends on the genre. I love oddball, wacky, fantastic, non-sequitur-ical, surrealistic humor. I love ‘Father of the Pride’ which has huge amounts of suspension of belief in the surreality of Sigfried and Roy. Ah, but with the rest of the family, they are doing sitcom… but sitcom for a fantastical world. I’ve accepted the presmise of talking animals. That’s OK with me. Within that framework they do both sitcom and parody of sitcom (I like many layered comedy).
However, the genre of sitcom itself with live action people that is not a parody of sitcom and does not have a built in fantastical element (like Alf or Mork and Mindy), is supposed to be based on reality. A reality made funny with extraordinary (not impossible!) coincidences, and human foibles, and overhearing the wrong part of a conversation and taking out of context. Sometimes reality is stretched to make the ‘situation’ funnier.
But, given the episode of ‘Joey’ I just described. Come on.
Can you imagine Frasier coming in and says, “Hey, guess what, Dad? NASA picked me to go to space! I’ll be the first Crane in space!”
“Hate to break this to ya, son, but they took me up this morning.” <laughter>
Niles: “Oh, gee, sorry Fraze, I didn’t want to tell you, but, aliens took me into space last night. See, they gave me a 1920’s style ray gun. {shoots couch, it vaporizes}” <big laughter>
The comedy comes from the situation. But when they screw with reality just to get the laugh, that’s not only not funny… it is the most assinine, laziest, and imbecilic writing of comedy you can find. There’s no plausibility. There’s no verisimmilitude. There’s no hope for humanity.
Peace.