KEVIN CAN F**K HIMSELF is a cross between two types of sitcom television. On one side, viewers see the bright, colorful show where the husband is always right. The wife is just along for the ride and submission. Cue the canned laughter. Flip it, and it all turns dark. The screen changes to a dull gray. Everyone loons pale and frazzled. We can hear what the wife thinks and feels. Kevin is a huge man-child who would drive anyone to despair. It isn’t charming anymore. It is gritty and caustic.
This production works so well due to the acting ability of Annie Murphy. Many will remember her from Schitt’s Creek, but she is not recognizable as Kevin’s haggard wife, Allison. She and the rest of this fantastic cast bring this show to life. It is a type of ensemble you love hating. They personify the region, the community, and the values of this blue-collar family. The writers are spot-on. The dialect, the set, the dialogue, and the entire tone of this presentation continually draw you into what is happening. We cannot turn away.
What also makes KEVIN CAN F**K HIMSELF so perfect is its uniqueness. Watching both sides to this dramedy makes it unquestionable and honest. I hated knowing all that I did about Kevin and Allison’s situation. Their lives felt hopeless, yet still so mesmerizing. In my heart, I hope most people don’t dwell in the darkness, but one doesn’t know what goes on behind closed doors, even in our neighborhood.
KEVIN CAN F**K HIMSELF is available to stream on AMC Television.