NBC’s The Cape is 5 episodes into its first season and I can tell none of you have been watching it. I get it, really. You were probably still winding down from the turmoil of Christmas and the New Year when The Cape premiered, and by the time your brain even started putting together the past few days of shame, broken promises and projectile vomit, the regular shows came back on the air. Why would you devote your time to a series about a guy in a magic curtain drape or something, when Bones and House are back and the prequel series to Spartacus has started?
I’ll tell you why: Because The Cape is the greatest thing to ever happen to television right until someone merges Jersey Shore with Man vs. Wild (and maybe Battle Royale). And just like my proposed Jersey Shore vs. Wild crossover, it’s a bloody mess of idiocy that in most situations would cause you to lose all faith in humanity and firebomb a fertility clinic, but because it’s so over the top bad you can’t help but watch the intellectual horror with a stupid grin on your face. The Cape is arguably the stupidest, best show on TV, and if you want to know why, just keep on reading.