So, there used to be a moderately popular and cutesy sitcom on CBS called “Family Affair.”
http://www.timvp.com/familyaf.html
It featured Sebastian Cabot, a wonderfully talented Shakespearian (who also has some great Disney credits–he played the voice of Bagheera among others) as the delightful and veddy veddy British Mr. French. The show also included Uncle Bill, played by the inimitable Brian Kieth, and the adorable redheaded moppet Jody, played by Johnnie Whitaker.
In short–it was a silly, mindless, typically late-60s sitcom.
And our friends at the WB, that stellar paragon of hideousness, that network as chock-full of sitcommy badness as a McLean Stevenson post-MAS*H retrospective, have decided it’s time for an update. The new “Family Affair” debuts this fall.
That’s not the bad part.
It still has two cute little kids in it.
That’s still not the bad part.
It’s going to be more “hip” and “edgy” than the original.
That’s not the bad part, either.
It’s added a teenaged girl to the cast.
That’s very far from the bad part, in my humble opinion.
Nope. Here’s the bad part:
The role of Uncle Bill is filled by Gary Cole.
Gary Cole. Mike Brady in the Brady Bunch movies. Sheriff Lucas Buck (“uh, that’s Buck, ma’am–with a B”) in the vastly underrated “American Gothic” series. Lumbergh for fuck’s sake!!!
Gary. Man. Come on–you can do better than this. You have talent, you have charisma and charm and great looks. I know it’s a paycheck, but please, grow some standards, willya?
And you know what?
That wasn’t really the bad part.
Nope. It gets worse.
See, the visigoths at the WB decided that it wasn’t enough to pimp Gary Cole’s career to its viewers. Oh no.
See, they needed someone to play Mr. French. He had to be in his fifties or so. Suave, yet restrained. Funny and dry, but not too abrasive. Gruff, yet lovable. And above all, as English as the Queen’s knickers. I mean, he had to be English with a capital “Eng.”
And somehow, they found one. And somehow, they convinced him to whore himself out to this trainwreck.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you our new Mr. French:
Tim Curry.
I feel so . . . soiled.
I know, I know. Tim’s been in some real dogs. Oboy, has he ever–I’ve seen 'em. But he’s also been in some gems, and I’m truly happy to see him working.
But . . . damn. Mr. French?? On the WB??
Tim, I love you. Don’t do this. Please.
Aw, poop. I need a shower and a drink.