we all know i love steve carell.
i loved him before he ate big red candles and threw tridents.
i loved him in head to head debates with steve colbert in his bowtie era and interviewing appalachia's finest in those early post-Kilborn days.
and i will continue to do so - even if he does insist on making that piece of trash, that atrocity evan almighty.
but until today, i couldn't forgive him for the office.
granted, i am in the land where ricky gervais is king and i don't own a television, so my hatred of the american remake could be preemtive. though i must admit, it does look from here like nothing more than coupling 2 - a sacriledge to the epitome of british humour and pain (and the inexplicable dorky sexy of martin freeman).
today i am willing to reconsider. still off from work, i happened upon the office PSAs. and begrudgingly, some are actually funny (well, at least funnier than the Family Guy PSAs in that one where Lois loses the car in a Native American casino, which is already a rip off of the Simpsons where Marge gets addicted to slot machines, except with more spirit guides.)
so maybe i was a little hasty in my condemnation. maybe i was being judgemental in rallying against all hollywood sitcoms (and was becoming more british than i thought in my pseudo-patriotic televisual stance). and maybe i was the tiniest bit wrong.
just maybe. i make no promises.
but the least i can do is give it chance.
i'll try for you steve. for the sake of our love.
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I really wanted to hate the American version, V. I really did. And now it is my favorite comedy on television.
After much soul searching, I have come to the conclusion that I love the American Office much like I would love a second child. It's different than the first, but also pretty damn good. (I do miss Martin though.)
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