Picks and Pans Review: King of the Hill
This new animated series is the brainchild of Mike Judge, the creator of Beavis and Butthead, and Greg Daniels, a writer for The Simpsons. These are not men afraid of satire, sick humor or just plain heart-lessness. For King, however, they have removed their fangs, gloved their fists in velvet and shod their cruel, stomping feet in fuzzy slippers. King of the Hill, about a lower-middle-class family in a Texas suburb, is harmless and pointless. Papa Hank Hill (his booming, hollow voice is provided by Judge) sells propane, drinks beer and tinkers with the car engine. His wife, Peggy (Kathy Najimy), is a substitute Spanish teacher. They have a son, 12-year-old Bobby, who is so crudely drawn he looks like a taxidermized frog. In the opening episode, Bobby gets a black eye at Little League, and a social worker—an unmanly little twerp from Los Angeles—leaps to the conclusion that Hank has been beating him. But Hank loves Bobby, Bobby loves Hank, and all ends well. Judge and Daniels have created an old-fashioned sitcom.