In the words of Jeff Albertson (aka Comic Book Guy) --"Worst. Episode. Ever."
This episode was nothing more than a pastiche of random 90's references -- Marge and Homer move into Springfield Place (a take on Melrose Place), Marge sports 'The Rachel', Homer invents grunge after a brief stint in a Color Me Badd-esque R&B lite group and I fight back the urge to drive golf tees into my eyeballs.
It seems that all the writers did for this episode was watch a marathon of VH1's I Love The 90's and pick out their favorite parts:
Writer #1: Dude! Remember that Closing Time song?! Dude! I love that song! We should put that in the episode.
Writer #2: Bro, you know who rocked in the 90s? Bush. Heh-heh...I said Bush. We should put that in too!
[The writers high-five and across the country, a girl wails in agony because she realizes that not only do these no-talent numbnuts have the life she wants, but they're getting paid for screwing up an iconic television show]
Why don't the new episodes have the wit and the heart of the movie? Or better yet, why couldn't The Simpsons just retire with dignity like Seinfeld did?
