Last night, Katie and I were looking for something to watch and came across a new series on Netflix starring Kristen Bell called, and this is for real, The Woman in the House Across the Street From the Girl in the Window. At least, that’s what I think it’s called.
Upon seeing the title, I was immediately reminded of old 80s/90s genre spoofs like Don’t Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood. And I thought I remembered hearing something about Bell doing a parody of the wino-woman-witnesses-a-murder genre of films and books that have been so popular lately.
We decided to give it a shot and it was not at all what we expected through about the first four of eight episodes. There were several scenes that could potentially be construed as parody — the handyman and the mailbox, the multiple casseroles, the passing out in the rain — due to their outright ridiculousness but, overall, the show seemed to be trying to take itself a little too seriously to tell for certain what was going on and classify it as a farce or parody.
Tonight, we started the second half but I decided ahead of time that, yes, this is the parody I was looking for. Once I did that, it became patently obvious just how much a parody this was. Nothing nearly as overt as a Wayans Brothers film but still and all the same. I was laughing out loud, uncomfortably, but it was still really bad.
So so bad.