My childhood wouldn’t have been complete without a little show called Full House. I was 2 ½ years old when it premiered and 10 when it went off the air. I literally grew up watching it. It was one of the few shows that my whole family could sit down and watch together. Full House was an ABC sitcom about a father trying to raise his three daughters after his wife’s sudden passing. He decides that the best way to replace her is to invite his brother-in-law and his best friend to move in with him and help raise them. And thus we have the premise for a show for a 192 episodes over 8 seasons. Of course the cast was expanded. They got the obligatory family dog. The brother-in-law got a girlfriend, the girlfriend became his wife, they had two kids, and they moved into the attic instead of moving out. That’s not lazy writing, that’s an accurate depiction of how housing works in San Francisco.
Full House introduced us to Bob Saget, John Stamos, and the guy that pissed off Alanis Morissette. Full House is also as close we are going to get to a real life version of The Truman Show because we actually saw Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen grow up on camera. The show itself is super cheesy, almost Brady Bunch-like, and there’s no way that it would be a success if it premiered today. Yet I still find myself watching reruns whenever I stumble upon them while channel surfing. I’m pretty sure that I’ve seen every single episode, willingly or not. It’s not a great show, but I will always enjoy it.
Critically Rated at 12/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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