SON OF SAMOSA
Ah, television. Since its invention, it has allowed us to play voyeur and invited neighbor to the homes of many fictional families. The Cleavers. The Bradys. The Huxtables. Their weekly trials and tribulations contributing more than I would like to admit to our personal backstory.
Sometimes I even mix up events in their lives with my own. I have to remind myself that my sister never tried to make me a Gordon Gartrell shirt. That was Denise and Theo Huxtable. Or I never lived in a dee-luxe apartment in the sky. In fact, I lived in a 2/3 with a basement. And I never had…two dads.
With most of these families you are glad when your visit is over and you want to keep them and their unrealistic behaviors at arms length. But every once and a while you stumble upon a family that you love so much that you want to move beyond neighbor and fast-track the adoption papers.
Meet The Kumar’s at No. 43.
Almost a decade old, this family existed below radar in America, at least in the Southeast. I was introduced to the show, which is a hybrid talk-show and improv sitcom (?), a few weeks ago, and have been addicted to it ever since.
The basic premise: it’s a real-life talk show with real-life guests set within a fictional East-Indian family's home. So, when a guest arrives to be on the real-life talk show, they have to go through the un-real-life Kumar’s home and interact with all of the family members. Hilarity ensues.
The show taps into the awkwardness of visiting any family’s home and having to interact with complete strangers. It also ribs some cultural stereotypes, from chutney to chincy, but it’s far from mean-spirited.
Check out the above clip featuring all of the Kumar's and guest Minnie Driver.
The Kumar’s at No. 43 – that’s what’s hitchhiking through our world today….