Picks and Pans Review: The Drew Carey Show
Drew Carey is funny—even before he opens his mouth. With his flour-sack body, bad military-academy haircut and severe, black-rimmed glasses, he looks like some gravy-stained driving instructor from the '50s, the abandoned love child of Brian Dennehy and Edie McClurg. And he does have amusing things to say—for instance, marveling at a drive-through liquor store: "Just the thing for that drunk driver who's constantly on the go: 'Hey, no time to stop at a real bar. I got things to do today. Places to go, people to hit. Busy, busy, busy.' "
The show's weakness is a negligible supporting cast, particularly Diedrich Bader and Ryan Stiles, who are all too repulsive as the slobby friends with whom Carey likes to throw back a few brewskis after work. The producers are clearly trying to remedy this problem. Since the pilot, they've dragged in a pack of brain-damaged yahoos as neighbors. That hasn't helped, but I hope the salvage work continues, because Drew Carey is funny.