The terrific Everybody
Loves Raymond is the situation comedy structure stripped down to its
barest elements. Because the sitcom genre peaked with Seinfeld and
had nowhere else to go, the Raymond creators instead traveled back to
the ‘50s, to the very inception of this odd but immortal art form, and hit
the refresh button.
Its plotlines seem to be reincarnated from those involving Lucy or the
Kramdens, the family dynamic is as traditional as a pancake breakfast, and
it lacks even the slightest hint of sex appeal. What gives the series its
“Do Not Recycle” label is its right-on-time, insightful writing, fused with
great ease into natural-feeling characters, all of them smart when they’re
expected to be dumb. It’s impressive that a sitcom with a premise this
sitcomy (mucho married sad sack with overbearing parents living right across
the street!) is actually compelling and watchable when it should be an
eye-rolling snore fest.
“Based on the comedy of Ray Romano,” is the warning we get in the closing
credits. This was the course of action for most successful
stand-up-cum-sitcom-superstars of the ‘90s (Roseanne, Tim Allen, Ellen
DeGeneres, Paul Reiser, and, of course, Jerry Seinfeld). Romano was a nobody
only minutes before his sitcom deal. He worked as a Queens UPS driver who
toiled in the Manhattan comedy clubs at night while supporting a wife and
three children (including twin baby boys, which was the focus of much of his
comedy).
His funny take on married life caught the eye of David Letterman and his TV
production company, Worldwide Pants. As a favor to Letterman, CBS executives
took a chance on a Romano pilot even though the comedian had never acted
before (except for a stint on News Radio, as a janitor who was
written out after one try). With the help of the talented TV writer (and
series co-creator) Phil Rosenthal, Raymond was placed in the dead
zone of Friday evenings (opposite the ABC powerhouse TGIF lineup).
Despite how funny it was from the very start, it needed immediate life
support. CBS was savvy enough to know it had a good thing going and moved it
to Monday (a good night for comedy on that network since 1951, when I Love
Lucy debuted), There, Raymond found its audience and rightfully
thrived ever since.
Originally titled (among other ideas) Related To
Raymond, this is a breeder comedy without the breeder comedy. As Romano
thankfully explains in the Letterman-esque opening credits (in which the
family goes by on a conveyor belt as Romano describes the simple plot),
“it’s not really about the kids.”
That Romano reassures us that this will not be another precious family
comedy is comforting: stay tuned, really, he’s winking to us. You will be
pleasantly surprised if only for the fact that you will not be subjected to
yet another precious sitcom brood and their one liners. The kids are there,
for sure (even though they are as cute as buttons, they look absolutely
nothing like the rest of the family); the realistic set is literally loaded
to the ceiling with toys, but like most sitcoms that consider young
offspring a necessary evil, a good part of the time they are told “now
scoot” or “get ready for bed” or they are being hustled off-stage to “play,”
thank goodness.
Still, it’s all about
family, all the time. The story is so strangely ordinary that it is
extraordinarily strange: brooding, moping mama’s
boy marries feisty gal, spawns three adorable children, and moves into a
cozy Long Island house across the street from his childhood home. His
parents enter without knocking, and proceed to drive the daughter-in-law to
the brink of madness. The comedy lies in the fact that she has the patience
of a saint… so far (tune in next week to see if she finally breaks).
To deepen the comic potential, Ray’s stone-faced giant of a brother is a
cop, divorced and living with his ball-busting parents. He’s big and scary,
but ultimately melancholy and mildly jealous of his brother (“Look at
Raymond go,” he mumbles under his breath when the family learns that Raymond
is going to have twin boys). And his domineering mother reassures him, “You
don’t have to be sensitive. You’re big.” Brad Garrett created and broke the
mold for this character. He was the first one cast, even though the role
called for a lightweight nebbish. Better than the original idea, Garrett
knows how to make entrances and exits like nobody else on TV.
The Barones are about as Italian as a can of Chef Boyardee spaghetti, but
they bicker and snap and seethe and meddle, all the healthy ingredients of a
steady diet of too much togetherness and human suffering. In fact, the
series’ name itself is misleading – it’s not meant to be a sunny, sitcomy
title; it’s origins are sarcastic and dark, stated jealously by Ray’s TV
brother, who is envious of the seemingly good life Ray seems to lead, but
doesn’t.
They tried to introduce the reliable sitcom staple of “friends and
neighbors” at the series’ start (in fact, Maggie Wheeler, best known as
Janice “Oh! My! God!”
Litman on Friends, was a two-episode friend and neighbor
here before disappearing, popping up later in the series
once in a blue moon. Curiously, Wheeler was a short-lived friend on
Ellen and Suddenly Susan as well.). Also, Kevin James makes a few appearances as an obnoxious
friend before he tones it down and becomes The King of Queens.
However, the interaction among the immediate family members works best, and
outsiders no longer need apply. Romano is a surprisingly good actor for
someone without a Hollywood resume. He whines, moans and complains in a
style so naturally entertaining that you never feel tortured.
Patricia Heaton excels as Debra, his put-upon, stay-at-home wife. As The Outsider
and the target of her mother-in-law’s passive-aggressive attacks, Heaton
pulls it off as more than just The Exasperated Wife; she delivers the depth
and range that the role requires; she’s the anchor. It’s not as easy as it
looks to play it “normal.” When she decides that, compared to Ray’s whack
pack, she’s not interesting and has no flair, Ray assures her that she is
far from boring. He asks of her, “What weirdo would choose to be one of us?”
Ray’s parents, Marie and Frank (played by veteran TV mom Doris Roberts and the amazingly
versatile Peter Boyle), never disappoint. Their characters are boorish and cartoonish, but we’ve actually seen these people – we’re related to them, we
live near them and we’ve overheard them in the supermarket. Marie torments
Frank with, “We haven’t had a conversation in thirty-five years,” to which
Frank responds with “I didn’t want to interrupt.”
The weak links are too few to warrant complaint, but they are there. The
realism of the story is soured by the fact that Ray has a glamour job: a
newspaper sportswriter. Even though the creators have the good sense to
report that he makes only $50,000 a year, we never really see him earning
that dough. He travels here and there, and it gives the show an excuse to
use Tommy Lasorda in a cameo, but that is not helpful enough to move most
plots. Most of the time he casually watches sports on TV from his living
room couch like every other guy in America. If he were a real newspaperman,
he would be laboring for hours on what he is watching. The show’s
believability factor would have been much higher if he was, for instance, a
UPS driver.
Also, the wife’s parents are rich snobs from Connecticut (stunt casting
provided by Robert Culp and Katherine Helmond). Granted, the idea of rich
snobs from Connecticut is not a crime in itself, but what is criminal is
that TV writers tend to assume that Connecticut is always code for “rich”
and that the only rich people who live in New Jersey are
the Sopranos. Their
appearance is usually witless and wasteful and only semi-occasional, to
serve as foils for the workaday Barones. However, as Marie
pleads with Ray, “Couldn’t
you tell Debra, once and for all, that’s enough with her parents?” We agree.
The DVD includes some upbeat commentary tracks from Romano and Rosenthal,
three behind-the-scenes documentaries worth watching, and an early Letterman
appearance that served as the basis for the series. Everybody seems to get
their stories straight. And everybody does love Raymond for real. It’s just
not about saying it out loud. When Ray is told by his wife that he has a
problem saying “I love you,” Ray’s father tells it like it is: “This is real
life, Raymond. People just don’t go around saying that.”
Ronald Sklar
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Posted: November 21,
2004.