Tuesday, July 20, 2010

"Phineas and Ferb" TV Show

That cartoon show on Disney, “Phineas and Ferb,” is awesome.  I love how they randomly break into song at random times throughout the show.  I want "Kids, Defeat That Gelatin Monster" as my new ringtone.  Do you have any idea how much work, thought, planning must go into that show to come up with several songs per episode?  I remember some a&e reviewer saying about the show “Glee,” that the writers could not possibly come up with original songs for every episode.  Well, Phineas and Ferb does it.  They can handle it, so why can't Glee?  I love all the characters.  Question-- why does Ferb have a British accent if he’s American?  Answer-- he gets that from his father.  Um, yes, but--

Moving on.  I love the character Baljit, the sweet nerdy science-y, very high-frequency-voiced Indian kid.  You see, Asians meaning Far Easterners have been in popular culture for so long that they have been gaining cool ground; they are no longer seen as science nerds.  However, South Asians, individuals from the Indo-Pak subcontinent, are just recently entering pop culture.  Many people are not aware of them yet, so I am happy that the “Phineas and Ferb” creators have acknowledged this rather sleepy cultural trend that is barely tiptoeing in the snow towards us.

One theme of the show that demonstrates how ingenious the creators are...
....and the thing that drives Candace the older sister completely batty... is the fact that one problem solves another problem.  Somehow it always works out that Doofenschmirtz Evil, Inc.'s latest R&D project renders moot Candace’s latest complaint about her brothers.  Doofenschmirtz manages to cancel out any ricochet [[[or delayed-reaction]]] effects on society or the space-time continuum that Phineas and Ferb’s latest endeavor causes.

I don’t know why this show receives almost no media hype whatsoever.  Whereas that other show, SpongeBob Squarepants, has been hailed everywhere, from SNL to Conan Obrien, to MSNBC.  It made a huge splash on the collective psyches of our nation, and it is forever ingrained in our sense of selves.  (By no means do I mean to malign SpongeBob of course.  I love SpongeBob; I totally named my kitchen sink scrub brush after him.)