Jack returns as a funny old man.
And Karen is still Karen.
After a disaster of a return to television which resembled a code pink meeting on crack, the show detours to its roots and finds that home is where the laughs are.
I hated the first return episode. There is nothing funny about rerunning the same old tired Trump bashes that keeps bringing back the asshole Alec Baldwin to Saturday Night Dead.
We get it, the writers are devoted leftists who want to prance and preach but managed to forget the Will and Grace was more about chemistry and humor than a constant use of an automatic weapon of intolerance.
In the second episode we find that there is still chemistry in between the botox injections and magnets pulling tired legs together in a hysterical return to Grover's Corners, er, Queer Corners.
This episode was remarkable that it even made Grace seem funny when it looked like she booked a trainwreck for the rest of her career. And while Will looked no less like a frozen Ken Doll with minimal charisma, he seemed to thaw a bit in this episode and managed to regather himself in time to bag a 23 year old with a history lesson of all things homosexual when the child really wanted to suck a dick lollipop.
Poor Jack - as he ages he looks oriental - but he is really a modern version of Jerry Lewis in his comedic outrageousness. He was remarkably funny and shows that being queer is more than just a Madonna song. It is being all that and a bag of chips and not letting anyone forget it.
Karen has and still remains the she bitch of comedy - she never left her television mansion of an apartment and her high pitched voice pierces my heart with a vintage twinge. With a remarkable deficit of talented shows that impersonate comedies invoking toilet humor, it is now up the new Golden Girls to teach the pretenders like the Big Bong theory how it is done.
We may not yet be home, but the laughter makes the trip there a delightful thing indeed.
And a deliciously gay one.
So glad you liked it as much as I did!
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