My brother and I started watching Mystery Science Theater 3000: The Return today. Digging it so far. The host segments haven’t quite clicked for me yet (mostly because they’re harder to justify, what with Netflix’s lack of commercial breaks), but the riffing—which was always the real meat of the show, as far as I was concerned—has kept us in constant hysterics, despite a few rushed deliveries and clumsy punchlines. Considering it took the original cast years to discover the perfect rhythm, I’m willing to cut the new guys some slack. And when the bots find the perfect running gag or drop a reference so obscure even I have to force laughter to save face, it’s just like old times, and those minor flaws seem a lot less important.
It’s just a show. I should really just relax.
[Originally written April 15, 2017.]