Post by sam on Jan 17, 2009 9:40:11 GMT -5
Does everybody love Raymond?
I, for one, do not. Does anybody realize just how gross and nauseating this show was? The lead character is a whining, spineless, pusillanimous, ineffectual simpering milksop who marries a woman who looks to be twice his age. The mother, Marie, is a cloying overbearing, controlling, guilt-tripping, villainous little witch who comes in and out of her son's life and house at will without benefit of invitation. Like some evil plastic surgeon, Marie is allowed to run amuck tinkering with Raymond’s life, verbally slicing and dicing, carving and stitching, eager to create the ‘perfect man’ while only managing to create a feeble, pathetic, Frankensteinish caricature of an adult male still umbilically attached to Mama. In addition, Debra is not a wife, but a shrew toward Raymond and a simpering little toady kowtowing to Marie at every turn—a repressed, menopausal bitch who would dearly love to hack Raymond’s balls of if Marie had not already accomplished that feat years ago. Then there is Robert, the gargantuan brother—a castrated cretin unable to walk and chew gum at the same time, who can barely wipe his own ass and has a pathological loathing of his brother. Adding to this sordid stew of dysfunction is Frank, the father—yet another eunuch in the ball-less Barone Hall-of-Shame—a useless waste of space. Speaking of castration—Raymond is the national poster boy for castratos. Debra had to borrow them from Marie in order to breed their three pointless children with zero personalities. Debra then returned them to Marie who keeps them, no doubt, in a jar in her fridge along with Frank’s and Robert’s balls—to be taken out late at night and fondled as she cackles like some hideous beldame. Appropriate for this sitcom populated by sick, bent, morbidly obsessed deviants—sideshow freaks with twisted, pathological symptoms any psychoanalyst would have a field day treating. There are recurring, undercurrents of repression, the Oedipal complex, clinical depression, passive-aggressive personality disorder, ideations of patricide, matricide, fratricide and other assorted sadistic mayhem toward family members, obsessive-compulsive behavior—and most definitely—of emasculation in this mean spirited and malicious sitcom.
The last episode?—probably the most disgusting piece of television ever to be telecast. I say ban the last episode—it was obscene. When Marie came rushing into her son's bedroom in her jammies like a fawning teenybopper and threw herself at her son like some salacious groupie TV hit an all time low. Her SON! In BED! Inserting herself between her son and his WIFE! In their BED! Gazing up at him like some grotesque characterization of a lovelorn adolescent. That was a disgraceful, warped and reprehensible piece of writing. The character of Marie demonstrates all the shocking, stomach turning, sickening and smoldering smoke of emotional incest with her sons—and where there is smoke, there is fire.
NO! Not everybody loves Raymond. I, for one, think it is an indecent, perverse and repugnant bit of work masquerading as light family comedy.
I, for one, do not. Does anybody realize just how gross and nauseating this show was? The lead character is a whining, spineless, pusillanimous, ineffectual simpering milksop who marries a woman who looks to be twice his age. The mother, Marie, is a cloying overbearing, controlling, guilt-tripping, villainous little witch who comes in and out of her son's life and house at will without benefit of invitation. Like some evil plastic surgeon, Marie is allowed to run amuck tinkering with Raymond’s life, verbally slicing and dicing, carving and stitching, eager to create the ‘perfect man’ while only managing to create a feeble, pathetic, Frankensteinish caricature of an adult male still umbilically attached to Mama. In addition, Debra is not a wife, but a shrew toward Raymond and a simpering little toady kowtowing to Marie at every turn—a repressed, menopausal bitch who would dearly love to hack Raymond’s balls of if Marie had not already accomplished that feat years ago. Then there is Robert, the gargantuan brother—a castrated cretin unable to walk and chew gum at the same time, who can barely wipe his own ass and has a pathological loathing of his brother. Adding to this sordid stew of dysfunction is Frank, the father—yet another eunuch in the ball-less Barone Hall-of-Shame—a useless waste of space. Speaking of castration—Raymond is the national poster boy for castratos. Debra had to borrow them from Marie in order to breed their three pointless children with zero personalities. Debra then returned them to Marie who keeps them, no doubt, in a jar in her fridge along with Frank’s and Robert’s balls—to be taken out late at night and fondled as she cackles like some hideous beldame. Appropriate for this sitcom populated by sick, bent, morbidly obsessed deviants—sideshow freaks with twisted, pathological symptoms any psychoanalyst would have a field day treating. There are recurring, undercurrents of repression, the Oedipal complex, clinical depression, passive-aggressive personality disorder, ideations of patricide, matricide, fratricide and other assorted sadistic mayhem toward family members, obsessive-compulsive behavior—and most definitely—of emasculation in this mean spirited and malicious sitcom.
The last episode?—probably the most disgusting piece of television ever to be telecast. I say ban the last episode—it was obscene. When Marie came rushing into her son's bedroom in her jammies like a fawning teenybopper and threw herself at her son like some salacious groupie TV hit an all time low. Her SON! In BED! Inserting herself between her son and his WIFE! In their BED! Gazing up at him like some grotesque characterization of a lovelorn adolescent. That was a disgraceful, warped and reprehensible piece of writing. The character of Marie demonstrates all the shocking, stomach turning, sickening and smoldering smoke of emotional incest with her sons—and where there is smoke, there is fire.
NO! Not everybody loves Raymond. I, for one, think it is an indecent, perverse and repugnant bit of work masquerading as light family comedy.