WandaVision, Kevin Can F**k Himself, and Using Sitcoms as Horror
It’s a metaphor!

“Okay, okay, we passed Section One: Sitcoms about or involving Asian-American diner owners. Now on to Section Two: Fat, tubby TV husbands and the crazy-hot women that would never actually be married to them.” — J.D. testing his new girlfriend’s sitcom history knowledge in Scrubs Season 4, Episode 17, “My Life in Four Cameras” (2004)
“I’m talking about how we’re trapped in a mystical prison that’s constantly laughing at us—what are you guys talking about?” — Huey waking up in the middle of a magical sitcom curse in DuckTales Season 3, Episode 2, “Quack Pack” (2021)
Look: Having made it through the last several broadly written, incomprehensibly weird years, I think we can all admit that reality isn’t always as divorced from laugh-track sitcom logic as we might, y’know, prefer. Just this summer, for example, I found myself in a medium-speed chase with a lady in a stolen car who’d pulled an illegal U-turn and peeled through a red light after running into the back of my aged Prius—an absurd scenario that’s resulted not just in me having to pay out my insurance deductible with little hope of getting any of it back, but also in getting both myself and my 90-year-old passenger subpoenaed as witnesses. The icing on the reality-is-sitcom cake? The fact that I’ve since spent the better part of the next two weeks all but begging the police in two whole counties to take the other owner’s dropped front license plate off my hands. (One front desk officer, I am not kidding, literally threw her hands up in horrified refusal when I tried to hand her the plate less than an hour after the original accident. The laugh track basically played itself!)
All of which is to say, when a trend started to emerge earlier this year of ostensibly dramatic shows making the classic laugh-track sitcom format central to their respective in-world realities—first with Disney+’s WandaVision in January of 2021 and then with AMC’s Kevin Can F—k Himself in June—the effect ended up feeling a lot more natural than many of us might have anticipated. I mean, a traumatized superhero processing her grief by thrusting a whole town into a magical sitcom fantasy world? Sure! Why not! An emotionally-battered New England wife only able to conceive of her misogynist Masshole of a husband by seeing his world as existing on an overly lit multicam soundstage? Of course! Makes perfect sense! In the real world, Rudy Giuliani capped off 2020 by staging a tantrum of a press conference in the parking lot of an unknown Philly landscaping company at the exact same moment Biden’s victory was officially called. The whole damn world’s a sitcom!
That said, I think there’s a bit more to the narrative trend started by WandaVision and Kevin Can F—k Himself than the simple recognition that reality is (too often) a joke. For one thing (as TV scholars are likely to point out), the “Trapped in TV Land” trope has been around for decades, everything from Day By Day (1989) to My Name is Earl (2004) to Legends of Tomorrow (2020) taking gleeful advantage of the regenerative jolt of energy (not to mention fun) that comes from throwing a bunch of fan-favorite characters into a goofy fake sitcom for an episode or two. The broader “Show Within a Show” trope, meanwhile, has been around even longer, examples stretching all the way from CBS’s The Dick Van Dyke Show (1961) to the second season of HBO Max’s The Other Two (2021). Hollywood, famously, loves little more than mythologizing itself. Making TV about making TV is pretty much the Platonic ideal.
The thing about tropes, though, is they’re made to be broken. Or, if not broken, then subverted. A subverted trope, like a solid punchline, can give an audience a window to the kinds of underlying truths that might have been impossible (or worse, narratively tedious) to tease out through a more traditional lens. Which is to say, sure: A single episode of Kevin Can F—k Himself splitting its time between the grim-dark psychodrama that Allison (Annie Murphy) inhabits when she’s alone, and the bright, slapsticky sitcom that takes over whenever Kevin (Eric Petersen) and/or his buddies are in the room would, more or less, get the point across—e.g., that, regardless of the last few years’ handful of ostensible #TimesUp victories, modern American society still rewards narcissistic man-children like Kevin, even (or especially) at the expense of the long-suffering women in their lives.