In the event that Gore came out victorious, they were going to title it ldquo;Everybody Loves Al. rdquo; Fortunately for us, one good thing that rsquo;s come from this administration is comedic fodder.
Painting the president as a hapless buffoon is more palatable, at least in sitcom format, than the reality of his titular solipsism. Combine this with Stone and Parker rsquo;s quotidian absurdity, and what you have on your hands is an instant cult-classic.
The DVDs have only eight episodes, but each one is more delightfully preposterous than the last. The pilot pits George against scheduling conflicts as he attempts to juggle quality time with Laura and a state dinner between antagonistic pro-choice and pro-life camps; the latter faction represented by a foot-tall aborted fetus puppet (with a stylish comb-over) named Felix.
The final episode may be the best, as George informs Laura that he has been ldquo;laid off rdquo; for losing a Middle East peace treaty, among other things. Dick Cheney announces that ldquo;George Bush has screwed up one too many times! rdquo; and relieves him of his post.
George looks to Rove for help, and when he realizes none is forthcoming, he hilariously queries ldquo;Et tu, Karl? rdquo;