My biggest complaint with The Littlest Groom is that it's too short. I was under the impression that last night's premier was going to be the beginning of a long relationship with a short bachelor and his menagerie of midget maidens. Alas, it was fully half of a miniseries on minisingles. I guess what they say is true -- keep it short and leave 'em wanting more.

Length aside, I was shocked and thrilled by every moment. The genius of the show isn't the concept or the casting, and it's certainly not the twist. It's that the producers, by simply adhering to the conventions of the reality dating genre, have given us a way to stare unapologetically at midgets doing the most hilarious things. Take, for example, the golf outing. Seriously, people. Midgets golfing. Anyone that's seen Tim Conway's masterwork Dorf on Golf knows the comedy inherent in the stunt-limbed swinging a club. And then they follow it up with what? Line-dancing lessons! Why not just have them kick with the Rockettes? The Boot Scootin' Boogie has a much different look when the scooters are more bow-legged than any cowboy in history, believe you me. The simple act of putting their arms around one another captivates.

Granted, the show is highly offensive, but how can you complain? It's not like they showed a boob. All they did was show midgets doing the same things average folks do. The difference is that, with midgets, the laughs come easier.

Analogcabin @ 3:04 PM
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