Not THAT Monk, damnit!
YES! That’s the Monk I’m talking about!
I started watching monk a few weeks ago because, apparently, it was my grandmother’s favorite show and I wanted to see what all the hubbub was about.
I looked it up on Netflix and saw that they have 8 seasons ready to rock so I’ve been on a veritable marathon, since.
Now here’s the deal with Monk…Some minor spoilers coming up.
Adrian Monk was a detective with the San Francisco Police. He was a bit strange, a little obsessive, had a bit of an issue with germs…Then his wife Trudy got blowed up by a car bomb and he basically went squirrel shit. Once he regained enough of his noodle to have a normal conversation with someone, it became apparent just how fucked in the head he ended up.
He lost his job, due to being bonkers but now works as a consultant for the SFPD’s homicide division, a job to which he has taken like a fish to water. A rabbit to carrots. A cookie to milk.
Except that he’s afraid of milk. And fire. And heights…Germs. Change. Sand. Closed spaces. Elevators. Cats. Lady Bugs. Snakes. Rats. Mice. Underwear. Blood. Charcoal. Sharks…In fact, he has 312 phobias along with a laundry list of compulsions. He’ll only drink 1 type of bottled water, has to eat home made chicken pot pie on Tuesday and he spends a great deal of time polishing his eggs, which he’ll only eat if the yolk is right in the center after they’ve been cooked. He’s also completely socially detached, utterly inept as a human being and has nothing which could even be mistaken as approaching empathy. He’s absolutely, completely, utterly monkeyshit crazy.
He has a personal assistant who is at his beck and call, 24 hours a day and has to be Johnny-on-the-spot with the wet-wipes in case he has to shake someone’s hand…or touch just about anything. He also spends a lot of time obsessing over and having conversations with his deceased wife. He keeps her pillow in a sealed bag and will sniff one corner of it from time to time when he’s particularly depressed.
At this point you may be thinking “wow…what a depressing show” but it is, in fact, a comedy.
Adrian Monk, played by Tony Shalhoub, is such a mess but also such a genius that he constantly gets himself into hilarious shenanigans. Some of the one liners and situational comedy are so funny I dribble in my breeches from time to time.
If you’ve ever watched the show and remember the line “I’M PRETTY SURE HOWDY DOODIE WAS A PUPPET!” or “Beefcake!” then you know what I’m talking about.
Of course it basically boils down a procedural cop show but it’s not the standard cop drama. There is SOME drama but the show is, at its core, a comedy and it pulls off the comedy aspect brilliantly. I’m a jaded, bitter fucker so I rarely laugh but this show has me howling on a regular basis.
*SNAP* Wipe…*SNAP* Wipe…*SNAP* WIPE…*SNAP* I NEED A WIPE, HE TOUCHED ME!!
And that’s where the show does its bit…its bread and butter…It will give you just enough drama and time with Monk’s craziness to start feeling bad for him and then they’ll chuck some hilarity at you.
BOOM, laugh riot!
So here’s what I think…Get your ass over to Netflix and watch some Monk. It’s funny and you’ll laugh…unless you’re dead inside…in which case you just suck.
I’ll leave you with a couple clips.
GO WATCH IT, NOW!!!