Is it now safe to say that the French Stewart era in American comedy is over?
It’s really too bad, too, because that thing that he did when he didn’t ever open his eyes was fricking hilarious. Do you suppose his agent or other people close to him ever pulled ol’ French aside and said, “Hey buddy, I think what you’re doing is great. Really some top-notch comedy. Now, I’m not one to give unsolicited advice, but you might want to think about actually opening your eyes when you’re trying to be funny. Just a thought – keep up the good work!”
I hope I’m not offending any die-hard fans of Third Rock From the Sun with this post (in fact, if you actually are a die-hard fan of Third Rock, please contact me immediately, because I have some serious questions that I need to ask you). Sometimes I just get bothered when people with no discernable talent whatsoever become famous – people like Paris Hilton or Chris O’Donnell. French Stewart is like the deformed spawn of those two.
While this post may have been unnecessarily mean and spiteful, sometimes we need to be bluntly honest with people we love, or in French’s case, people we find grating and obnoxious.