At first, Bret and Jemaine brought to American television a certain lovableness, a childlike vulnerability, that je ne c’est quoi ("Et le musique dance? Et le discotheque!"). The cool kids ate up the dopey duo’s horrible T-shirts, complete terror of (followed by delusional love for) women, low-budget music videos and shitty live band performances. Except for the whole living-in-Manhattan thing, FOTC got it right.

Then Mom and Dad came home from Best Buy with the Season One DVD, raving about how they’d read about these guys somewhere and then seen them on David Letterman and aren’t they a hoot? On this horrifying note, Season Two staggered onto our cracked computer screens, the premiere airing on awkward frat fest funnyordie.com before hitting airwaves, where it entranced nerdy 14-year-olds across the nation. Since then, everything feels wrong. The childlike melodies are tiresome, overplayed. The accent jokes have lost their luster. Suddenly, Murray their manager, is taking on ballads, and, worst of all, regular people are watching the show. Even in, like, Kentucky (do they even have HBO there?). Sorry to say it, but hipsters are over you, you silly Kiwis—and they’re (abruptly) sick of seeing their lifestyles mocked. Nowadays, they’re all too busy making time for shows so horrible they’re kind of awesome (e.g., 10 Things I Hate About You–the series.) Shows they watch on a neighbor’s TV, because they so don’t own one, while mindlessly eating Kix and cutting up catalogs for a wall-sized collage.

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