I talked about the prevalence of nostalgic reboot TV shows a while back when I talked about Cobra Kai. In that article, I brought up Fuller House, the sequel series to Full House, one of the most loved and ridiculed sitcoms of all time. At the time, it felt like a gender-flipped rehash of its parent series. Those remarks were made when the show had only one season eating up space on people's Netflix queues. Now that the show had come to an end after five seasons (three seasons less that the original show, by the way), it's time that I give my thoughts on how Fuller House turned out.
Hello, and welcome back to Silver Linings where I've leveled up in my quest for the maligned, forgotten, and ignored.
Hello, and welcome back to Silver Linings, and, man, the world needs some right now.
Hello, and welcome back to Second Chances where I'm planning a joint assault on behalf of the maligned, forgotten, and ignored.
Hello, and welcome back to Second Chances where I'm on a mission to recon the maligned, forgotten, and ignored, and I have to do it without a government supercomputer in my head.