Okay, here's my claim-to-fame: On a vacation with family, mid-80s, I'm - what - 15, maybe 16 - we're eating at a restaurant in L.A., my little sister - idk, 12ish - says, "OMG! (the real thing though as that abbreviation wasn't a thing yet)", pointing, "that-t-t-t's River Phoenix!" I say, "who?" She says, "the dreamboat (clearly an anachronism) that was in Stand By Me." Me: "Whatevs. LOL" Little sis: "Pleasssssseeeee, get me his autograph?!" Now, I don't throw around the word "hero" too much, but clearly what I did next was nothing short of heroism. I waltzed over to River Phoenix's table where he was supping with no less an actress than his Mosquito Coast co-star, Martha Plimpton, and, because celebrities have no right of privacy nor freedom from intrusion into their private lives, I leaned in and said "hey, would you mind if I took a picture of you with my sister?" Because it would have been a major faux pas of him to deny me, the big brother of a girl who knows who he is, my request, he acquiesced, and asked if we could quietly do it outside the restaurant, presumably to avoid some rude fans. As we are headed out, I turned to Ms. Plimpton and asked "can you come out also?" Bear in mind here, I had absolutely no clue who either of these two people were. I'm going solely on the word of a ga-ga tween that he was 1) dreamy (or whatever the word was in the 80s) and 2) a big-time star capable of attracting a spontaneous flash mob of other tween girls in a screaming, puberty-induced frenzy. So, follow my logic here...I ask this woman who is 1) eating with a famous person, 2) could be a fellow-famous person and C. probably made more money that both of my parents, if she would come outside with us. I really have no idea what I planned to do had she agreed to accompany us outside. This was thirty-odd years ago and I don't remember every detail or thought-process or motivation to intrude on these poor people's nice dinner, but I do remember very distinctly that she dissed me. She looked me square in the eye and firmly, perhaps a bit threateningly, said "no." Since I was a teenage boy who, very much like present-day me, was deathly afraid of women, I meekly acknowledged the rejection and slinked away toward the door of the restaurant without turning my back on her.
That's my claim-to-fame. I figured I'd share it with you, my BFFs, since I keep seeing that lovely starlet on reruns of this show and I relive that agonizing moment every time she says any of her lines. So, in spite of this thirty-year-old feud that I have with one of the stars of this show: I rate this show a winner! Yep, love it. It's that same theme-driven, over-the-top, slap-you-in-the-face humor, with a lot of heart, yet sometimes a bit preachy type of sitcom as its big-brother, My Name Is Earl. Like Earl, it has a cast of quirky characters who are from perfect but very-much loveable, and an ensemble of talented actors who pull that off. Like any good series, you come to know the characters well enough to predict their reactions and get their inside jokes. Like any good family drama, you come to feel as part of the family. My favorite part of the whole series: when certain characters from a certain other TV show that was created by the same certain creator crossover into this show. If you are reading reviews to see if you should take a chance (no pun intended) on this show, do it! If you have a sense of humor, you will like it. And for the love of Jeebers, don't write a review of a TV series until you've watched at least a few episodes.
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