The Loud House is probably the biggest disappointment I've ever experienced with a cartoon. I thought sure, the base of it's pretty generic, but all those characters would give plenty of room for the show to go up and up and UP, characterization, not continuity. There's a difference. I knew the cast would be great, it was bein headed by an animation veteran (before anyone knew about that bad stuff), someone who could work with the constraints of TV and make somethin great in spite of those constraints.
It was like a beautiful hot-rod car ready to screech down the road. I got in the seat, strapped in, punched the gas and then got flung through the windshield. What happened? Everything looked and sounded so great! But then you look around the gas cap and see what the put in for fuel - some of the worst cartoon writing I've ever seen. The plot structuring, the reuse of jokes with no sense of build-up or tension, the half-hearted sight gags, the poor-taste sitcom inspirations. All this GUNK is gunkin up the show and nearly everything else is sufferin from it.
But that's okay, I got a warranty! It's just growin pains, I can wait a year or two, it'll get better when it becomes more of an ensemble kinda thing. But the worst was yet to come. People bitched about Lincoln gettin blamed for everything in the first season, but at least it showed how much resilience Lincoln could have. Now the show doesn't even have that, it's toothless. Almost all the characters are about as developed as primordial ooze, melting into each other and inconsistent with their temperament and motivations and logic. Halfway through the third season and no beacon of light signaling that things will get better. THIS is as good as it gets? Fuck.
Sure, the show's a ratings success and is gettin its own merchandise and potentially even a movie, but I don't know how it managed to win that many people over.
