Why "Fuller House" Just Didn't Do It For Me

Let me tell you what I wanted this article to be about. I wanted it to be about how much I loved "Fuller House." I wanted it to be about how unsure I was about it initially, but how much it exceeded my expectations. I wanted to tell you that it brought back all of those warm fuzzy feelings that I used to get while watching DJ, Stephanie, and Michelle on my couch on Saturday mornings. I wanted to tell you that this show picked back up right where it left off. I wanted to tell you that this show made me feel like I found my next binge-watch, but it didn’t.

Instead, while watching "Fuller House," I just felt sad. I couldn’t really put my finger on why at first, but "Fuller House" just didn’t do it for me. It’s not that (to an extent) I didn’t enjoy watching the show or even that I thought that the writers and directors did a bad job. On the contrary—I appreciated the work that went into making the show because, conceptually, it was fairly well done.

Still, for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to laugh at the show’s typical corny jokes. When Uncle Jesse sang “Forever,” it didn’t feel as sweet as it used to. When Stephanie said, “How rude,” it just didn’t have the same ring to it. The whole time, I just couldn’t figure out why.

Then it hit me: no matter how quaint “Fuller House” was, no matter how funny the jokes were, no matter how good of a job they did at recreating the set and cast of the old show (shoutout to the Olson twins for making Michelle the only old character that's not in it), "Fuller House" would never be "Full House."

I fully recognize that that’s not the point of the show. The reason that it’s “Fuller House” and not “Full House” is because it’s not supposed to be a continuation of the old thing. It’s supposed to be a new, fresh "Full House" with a unique spin. Still, I would always want it to be a continuation. "Full House" held such a special place in my heart while I was growing up that I didn’t want a spin-off. I didn’t want a fresh new take. I didn’t want "Fuller House," I wanted "Full House."

Unfortunately, "Full House" is never going to happen again and it would be unreasonable for it to. The show had to come to an end because that’s what all good things have to do. If it had continued beyond the years that it did, it would have lost its flair. Rather than being that perfect little show, it would have been the show that was good but that then pooped out when it continued longer than it should have. "Full House" had to end and I know that, but, nonetheless, it’s a sad thought.

That’s why "Fuller House" made me sad. It made me realize that "Full House" is over, that all of the characters had grown up and moved on and that the original show would never happen again.

I still recommend that anyone who loved "Full House" try watching the show. It wasn’t enough for me, but it definitely could be for someone else. I might even try watching another episode once the nostalgia wears off a little because I have to admit that the show is pretty cute.

In any case, watching the show wasn’t a complete waste for me. If "Fuller House" reminded me of anything, it’s that good things can’t last forever and that it’s for the better.

Well, it taught me that and that John Stamos is physically incapable of aging. Have mercy.

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