So I saw The Simpsons yesterday, which is theoretically a pretty awesome birthday thing to do, regardless of the final product’s quality. After all, I’ve been watching the show since I was 8 years old, and the fact that the movie comes out around the time I turn 26 represents a massive time gap during which I remember very little.
I should also establish the fact that I’m not one of the many jaded persons that believe there has been no quality Simpsons writing between the times of x season and x season. It’s hit or miss, just like anything else that’s run for so long. Shit, did anyone catch the Little Moe Syzlak joke a couple years ago? That was one of the funniest things ever.
“Why does everyone keep callin’ me that?”
But the movie left a lot to be desired. It was too story-driven, as odd as that sounds. Not that I want it to be Family Guy— shooting out references like a Kojiro Abe flick set to auto-fire— but the plot was a big one, when I would have just enjoyed watching some screw-it-all Springfield antics on the big screen.
Where were the aliens? How come Burns and Smithers hardly had a real scene? Where was the epic Moe’s Tavern moment? Why was it President Schwarzenegger instead of Renier Wolfcastle? The picks I am nitting, they groove deeply!
But then I noticed that every kid in the theater was busting a gut like never before, and realized that this more sentimental Simpsons jaunt was probably written for someone else. That’s cool, it was pretty enjoyable for what it is, and it has its moments. At the end of the day, it’s basically a really long episode that’s “just okay.”