A TV disciple’s wish for 2008 (if not for, at least, the coming network pilot season—should there actually be one): That the respite brought on by the 2007 WGA strike will have afforded TV writers and TV executives and TV producers the time to reflect on, among other things, what exactly has happened to the television sitcom—and what might save it from extinction.
Who knows, the answers might even go a ways toward saving TV as a whole.
Some interesting facts about TV comedy:
By my count, in the past 35 years (since the start of the 1972-73 season), there have been 146 new sitcoms introduced into prime-time network television that finished their seasons in the Top 25 of the Nielsen rankings.
I say Top 25 because you gotta start somewhere in defining success. And yes: Top 25 in household ratings, because with all deference to demo-driven prestige (read: "cult") comedies, popularity is popularity. Show me a network that says it doesn’t want a Top 10 berth for even its hippest 18-to-49 comedy and I’ll show you a network that’s fooling itself.
146 comedies. 146 half-hour sitcoms.
(And don’t get me started on the illusory and genre-killing "re-definition" of what a comedy is. Attention Emmy members: A comedy is a half-hour show. A drama is an hour-long show, unless it’s "Adam-12." "Desperate Housewives" is a drama. "Ugly Betty" is a drama. "Monk" is a drama. As were "Moonlighting" and "Eight Is Enough" and a host of other unusual or unconventional 60-minute series before them. That an hour-long show is light-hearted or features eccentric leads or quirky situations or even makes you laugh out loud does not make it a comedy. Was "Columbo" a comedy? "St. Elsewhere?" "Scarecrow and Mrs. King?" "Northern Exposure?" Were its writers writing sitcoms? Conversely, some of the saddest moments in the history of TV writing came in episodes of "M*A*S*H" ("Dreams" or "Heal Thyself" or the final episode). Was "M*A*S*H" a drama? How about the landmark "My Name Is Alex" episode of "Family Ties" that won an Emmy for acting and writing? Few laughs there; heavy emotion. Was that a drama?)
Of those 146 comedies introduced since 1972 that landed in the Nielsen Top 25, just 13 were single-camera/non-traditional sitcoms: "Bridget Loves Bernie," "The Partridge Family," "The Little People," "M*A*S*H," "Happy Days" (which started off as a single-camera sitcom then went multi-camera in its third season—also when its ratings soared, if that means anything to anyone), "Good Heavens," "House Calls, "ALF," "The Wonder Years," Doogie Howser, M.D.," "King of the Hill," "Baby Bob" and "Scrubs." Thirteen out of 146; lousy odds.
Even lousier: Of those 13, just one ended up a syndicate-able, money-printing, long-lasting home run—"M*A*S*H." (Again, I discount "Happy Days" from the mix because it only became a smash hit once it switched to the multi-camera format in 1975.)
One out of 146 comedies in 35 years.
I love and respect all forms of well-written, well-executed, well-envisioned comedy—of whatever length. As I do its writers. I thought "Frank’s Place" was fairly brilliant. I loved "The Wonder Years" and "Malcolm in the Middle" and "Arrested Development." I even like "The Office" and, on occasion, "30 Rock"—although you don’t have to have a memory that stretches back to NBC’s failed 1969-70 "Bracken’s World" to guess the number of mass-appeal hit TV shows on TV about the workings of the TV business. (Hint: It’s close to zero.) And this year "Aliens in America" and "Samantha Who?" have stood out (although we’ll see if the latter show morphs into "Samantha What?" without its powerful lead-in).
But unlike the broad-appeal soundstage single-cameras of old (from "The Beverly Hillbillies" to "Julia" and "The Brady Bunch"), these self-impressed half-hours of today are art-house releases in a multiplex world. And TV still is (or can and should be) that multiplex world.
To pursue one single-camera effort after another in search of the next "Friends" or "Everybody Loves Raymond" or "Seinfeld" or "Cheers" is not just folly, it’s destructive: It’s rendering the live-audience comedy obsolete when its power to collect mass eyeballs is needed more than ever. (Funny how those and other reruns continue to prosper and draw audiences off-network, though, what with the "traditional" sitcom being declared dead and "viewers wanting other options for comedy.") Last I heard, the powers-that-be at each of the networks weren’t saying to themselves: "If only we had another ‘Scrubs’" or "Get me our ‘Earl.’"
The traditional TV comedy can survive, and prime-time can again be a place to find collective belly laughs and characters to grow old with long into syndication if we all take a page from history and judge what will work based on what has.
Until then, the sitcom doesn’t seem to be much of a laughing matter.
Jim McKairnes, a TV consultant and writer, was formerly executive VP of programming at Discovery and senior VP of scheduling at CBS.

