The difference is that Star Wars is a cosmos onto itself, and Full House is a ring of pebbles circling a small planet. If you look up at the ever-expanding, star-spangled sky that is pop-culture nostalgia, you can spot Star Wars with the naked eye. Fuller House requires a telescope.
Of how much magnitude depends on you.
For that matter, which end you look through is up to you, too.
The premiere episode of Fuller House brings back virtually everyone from the ABC series (1987–95), including John Stamos, Bob Saget and Dave Coulier. Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen, two of television's most formidable cuties, are not here. To paraphrase Bill Murray in What About Bob (which came out just after Full House's fourth season in 1991), by now they're too far above us – they're the Goodyear blimp, and we're mere ropes dangling down from it.
We have to let them go.
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The focus of the show, though, is the loose parenting unit formed by DJ (Candace Cameron Bure), Kimmy (Andrea Barber) and Stephanie (Jodie Sweetin). The first few episodes feature jokes about poopy diapers, babysitting, school and puppies. Fair enough: The show is written in the happily obvious way of old-school family sitcoms and performed in the same spirit.
You may have thought the form was all but extinct. Fuller, in fact, suggests a mastodon cloned from prehistoric genetic material discovered in a crevice of ice. It's huggable, but dubious.
For fans of the old show, though, why not? The reboot is inoffensive and doesn't try to smarten up (or lower) the original's tone. Its main value is in providing its audience a new way to filter memories down into a still more distilled state. If you want something with bite, something new that really is new, when you go to Netflix type in Love instead.
Fuller House premieres Friday on Netflix.