Tim Allen’s Last Man Standing premiered last night, wringing every precious molecule of humor from the dry, dry well of misogyny, homophobia, xenophobia, and the profound hatred of change (well, at least until Work It wrings some more). Ugh, men today — they bathe themselves, and use such villainous, gay-making products like “hair gel” and “citrus body wash.” At least at Allen’s outdoorsy workplace, it “smells like balls,” which is a relief.
Last Man Standing seems to think that its jokes and premise and crappy worldview are, like its hero, endangered somehow. What it doesn’t seem to realize is that there’s a reason shows like this have gone extinct.
