
After twenty-two odd minutes of Rock Star Homer acting like an invincible buffoon I’m not sure there’s much to be said.
Plenty of painfully stupid exposition? Check.
Slipshod plot used to setup new and different ways for Homer to act out? Check.
Wretchedly boring? Checkmate.
What’s really brain twisting about this whole thing is the fact that, several months ago somewhere on the Fox lot in Los Angeles, a bunch of people sitting around a table laughed out loud at the idea of Homer spinning around like a helicopter, crashing into some lockers, and the screaming “Black Hawk Down!” The same goes for Homer stripping to his underwear to serve jello (huh?), Moe crying in bed and Homer’s bizarre Westminster Abbey dream sequence.
Then you remember that this show ran out of ideas ten years ago, and it all makes sense. I try to set aside my intolerance of Zombie Simpsons when I set the over/under on the ratings, but that was truly awful so I’m going to be optimistic and say only 6.2 million people had their time wasted by that shit.
Update: The numbers are in and they’re even worse than I’d hoped. Sweet. Last night’s Zombie Simpsons was seen by only 5.94 million unfortunate people. My completely meaningless goal of less than 7.26 million per episode this season is now well within reach.
