by “Ron Swanson”

I love How I Met Your Mother. I love many TV shows, but this is something else, something serious. It’s not the best comedy on TV, but it might be my favourite. Yes, it’s a formulaic New-York set sitcom, about five friends, all attractive twenty/thirty-somethings. While it was marketed as, and, set-up like, a cheap knock-off of Friends, it’s a much better show.
For the record, I also love Friends, but How I Met Your Mother has pushed itself where the earlier show became lazy and bloated. The character development is consistent, and the comedy comes from the beautifully, intricately structured way in which we have got to know these people. There’s no equivalent to the ‘Rule of Tribbiani’ (in any given situation, Joey Tribbiani’s stupidity will expand to fill the available joke) and there’s a confidence and consistency to characterisation that has seen the show develop beyond any reasonable expectation that anyone might have initially had.
It’s not that there aren’t bad episodes of How I Met Your Mother: some 145 shows in, it would be incredible if there weren’t, but the worst episodes are a victim of their ambition. To explain that, I have to go back to the beginning, somewhat, which is kind of a Future Ted thing to do.



