A good friend of mine scored me tickets to the sneak preview of The Simpsons Movie tonight.
As a TV show, The Simpsons towers above the tattered carcasses of lesser shows. Only a handful of shows have ever approached it's brilliance, and most of them have been canceled well before their time. Even the brilliance of Seinfeld and Cheers, the two shows which came closest to matching it's sophistication and humor in the last 25 years have begun to fade as TNT overplays the reruns. The Simpsons still have some transcendence I can't put my four yellow fingers on.
The Simpsons is one of the cultural landmarks--on a par with Star Wars and Bruce Campbell --that is almost untouchable in it's awesomeness and geek street-cred. Like many Ã¼ber-nerds, I quote it endlessly, own all the DVD's (at least through Season 9, when it started getting a little too zany), and can spot references to Season 4, Episode 7 on demand. ("Hey, that's the Mr. Plow jacket!")
I haven't watched it much in the last few years because...well, let's just say the quality isn't what it used to be. But even the sad, shuffling episodes I sporadically see nowadays are better than 90% of the pablum the networks offer up every year. And I hold out hope--much like I did 8 years ago when I claimed, "George Lucas could put his big hairy white butt on the screen for two hours and I'd still love it"-- that tonight's movie will have all the wit and brilliance that I remember from the golden years.
I couldn't stand to have yet another cherished show destroyed by Hollywood.