But, Zooey was not enough to keep me watching this show. I mean, she’s sweet and quirky, and I kind of loved the first season character arc of her finding herself after being with a super crunchy hippie boyfriend for years. I like the unresolved sezzzzual tension between her and Nick, who despite being kind of perfect for one another, totally aren’t. It isn’t inevitable with them, they really are great friends, and I dig it. But there is only ONE reason I tune into New Girl. Rewatch New Girl. Recommend New Girl.
Just. Just watch.
Okay. I could have just let this blog post be one long ribbon of “Best of Schmidt” youtube vids. But I won’t, because I am capable of expressing how much I LOVE HIM.
- He’s easily the best written character in comedy right now. I don’t watch EVERY comedy show on tv, but I’ve seen quite a few in my time, HOKAY? Hokay. And since the creation of David Brent and Tim Canterbury, no comedy character has been so watchable.
- It’s really NOT about how he looks. He’s not my type at all; Nick Miller is more my type. Schmidt takes too much care of himself. He’s too clean cut. He’s attractive, but I’m not attracted to him. I won’t ever add him to my over-long list of fictional men I have fallen in
lustlove with. He just makes me laugh. That’s sexy enough.
- His one liners are completely quotable:
“Bathtubs are medieval filth cauldrons.”
“I’m like a sexual snowflake. Each night with me is a unique experience.”
“I want the fresh crack. Not some crack that’s been laying around all day.”
“I don’t celebrate Christmas, or as I like to call it, “White Anglo Saxon Winter Privilege Night.”
- Max Greenfield does just an incredible job with him. I mean, a character with that much homoerotic undertones who believes in the potency of his own testosterone could have EASILY been epically cringe-worthy, but Max makes him endearing AND attractive instead. He’s a douche. He’s beyond metrosexual. He’s an idiot. He says, “bro,” and “scrummy,” and “let me get my cardigan.” He used to be Fat Schmidt. His dating profile from 2008 looks like an ad for a reality series on Bravo. He has OCD. I don’t even know his first name. BUT I LOVE HIM.
To add some icing to the SchmidtCake — DOUCHE JAR — he’s up for a Golden Globe [late edit: Sad Panda, he lost]! And he’s in an upcoming movie with Paul Rudd and Amy Poehler. He’s on his way up, my friends. Get on it.