Two and Half Men is not the sort of show I would normally watch, and with it being on pretty much every half an hour it’s actually quite an accomplishment to live in a Charlie Harper/Sheen-free world. But I’m in the minority; the show is staggeringly successful, unequivocally a ratings juggernaut. It rarely troubles any critics ‘Best Of’ lists, but I doubt that bothers the team behind the show – Chuck Lorre (producer, creator) is a multimillionaire who knocked out The Big Bang Theory in his spare time and Charlie Sheen racks up around a million per episode, and a few other things if his numerous stabs at rehab are any guide. This past weekend I’ve been trying to account for its success and here are the facts. It’s vulgar, coarse, juvenile, far from family-friendly and played so obviously for cheap sexual innuendo that it should come with a free tube of hand cleanser and a box of tissues. It revolves almost entirely around Charlie chasing skirt, getting in trouble for chasing skirt from some other piece of skirt then skulking around his house thinking about the next piece of skirt to be chased. Interspersed are jokes about anal sex, alcoholism, fingers in holes and well… I think you get the point.
Sheen mugs his way through with barely audible mumbles and Jon Cryer as his hapless brother is Straight Man 101 doing enough to pull off an Emmy last year (insert Charlie-style joke here). Yet despite all this, halfway through I found it difficult to stop watching, caught like a rabbit in the headlights of Charlie Sheen’s slow-jawed smirk. I still don’t understand the mechanics of its success but somehow Chuck Lorre and Charlie Sheen have made the offensive, anachronistic and boorish antics of a man-child an inoffensive and treacly addictive treat. Sheen 1, society 0.