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Our review of The Jeff Foxworthy Show: The Complete First Season, published October 27th, 2004, is also available.
A comedy fit for the whole trailer park! Har!
Foxworthy brings his blue-collar brand of deep-fried comedy to the second and final season of his short-lived sitcom.
Facts of the Case
The second season of The Jeff Foxworthy Show is essentially a reboot. After its first season, the show jumped networks and with the transition only Foxworthy and Haley Joel Osment survived the transition.
The new mythology is this: Jeff and his wife Karen (Ann Cusack) take their two precocious kids and move to Jack's jerkwater hometown in Georgia. There, Jeff takes a job at a loading dock, working alongside his best pal Bill (Bill Engvall) and a handful of comic relief.
23 episodes, crammed unceremoniously onto two discs.
I suppose there are some folks desperate for closure on the Foxworthy mythology. Plus there's urban, frappachino-sipping elites who need to reinforce their Southern stereotypes. Don't forget the legions of G.W. Bailey fans either. Well, y'all, this mediocre release is just for you!
I laughed here and there, but never enough for me to remember what I chuckled at ten minutes after the fact—though there was a half-decent Bill Clinton joke; ah, the '90s. Most of the time, the gags face-planted, leaving the audience—live studio, canned laugh track, or otherwise—awkwardly silent, or giggling ever so slightly under their breath.
Storylines are just as unmemorable. Let's see, Jeff ticks off his wife; Jeff's friends tick off his wife,; Jeff's friends tick off Jeff; Jeff ticks off his boss; Jeff desperately tries to defeat Bill Walton in softball; Jeff embarks on a futile attempt to get his family hooked on Krispy Kremes; Jeff goes fishing with his buddies; Jeff tries to convince Bill that Terry Bradshaw is a fraud; Jeff ticks off his wife again; and so on and so forth.
I like Foxworthy and his blue-collar guys, specifically in their stand-up shows, but why this tepid sitcom traded networks and then went bye-bye after just one season is no mystery: an a scale of 1 to 10 on the Hilarious Working Class Sitcom Meter, it's pulling a four, well below smarter stuff like Roseanne, but noticeably better than the unwatchable Bill Engvall Show. Speaking of Engvall, if anything remains burned into my memory about this otherwise wholly disposable effort, it's the sheer bodaciousness of Engvall's mullet.
The DVD set is spare. You're only getting the episodes, which is not surprising, since after jamming 23 shows onto two discs, there would barely be any room for a text-only bio on the series caterer. The full frame video transfer and stereo mix are serviceable.
There's a modest amount of charm to be found here, though I can say the same thing about leafing through an issue of Highlights.
Not really guilty, per se, but I'm never watching any of this again.
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