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  • Summary: The Canadian series with Jason Priestley as Richard "Fitz" Fitzpatrick features a slick used-car salesman who reluctantly becomes partners with an honest salesman named Larry.
  • Genre(s): Comedy

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  1. Reviewed by: Ginia Bellafante
    Apr 20, 2011
    Call Me Fitz doesn't tax its thinking mechanisms, a fact for which we are not ungrateful. Instead it deftly draws a world in which sin and sexual charisma come at full new-model cost.
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  1. Jul 9, 2012
    This review contains spoilers, click expand to view. * Do not read this review if the word "sex" offends you.... For that matter, do not watch this show... yada yada. What can I say about this show to get you to watch it? Well, let's see.... No.... Not that.... Maybe.... Nope.... I could... but that would be censored as well.... There's got to be something. Oh! I know. Sex, Drugs, more sex, some more drugs, sort of half-sex, booze, Maryjane, cars, also, there's Larry, that guy in the bunny suit.... What you need to know is, I am one of those television-obsessed, crazy people you read about who watch television something on the order of eight hours a day, keepin' ye old tele on pretty much round the clock whilst workin' on pretty much everything needs worked on, and I've seen pretty much everything out there in terms of comedy... and everything else. Well, not Korean soap operas.... Call Me Fitz is among the funniest programs I've ever seen, and that's saying quite a bit. Richard Fitzpatrick was the male child of two automotive enthusiasts and all-around horrible people. Think CHUD, if they verbally abused people instead of eating them. Good old Fitzy's mother, Elaine, left his father for a life of cars, booze and BJs (given) and orgies. Really. His father, Ken, owner and operator of Fitzpatrick Motors, spent his life selling used lemons, drinking and, you guessed it, chasing tail (also often in the form of BJs [received]). Richard grew up whoring around town, boozing it up, driving too fast, breaking not a small number of hearts and lowering the self-esteem of nearly every woman he met. He smoked a few joints (maybe three thousand), snorted some coke (on the order of all of it), joined his father's used car dealership as partner and most hated employee and, then, he really got started. Cut to about twenty years later, at the opening of our series, and Fitz is in a terrible accident which calls from the ether, into corporeal form, a physical manifestation of his most hidden secret, the conscience he didn't even know he had (an overly tall geekish sort of fellow in a bunny suit who calls himself Larry). This, now human, conscience joined to Fitz by an unseen umbilicus and cord, made of used latex I'd imagine, ghosts after Fitz in all his activities in a never ending effort to save Richard Fitzpatrick from his evil ways and to redeem him, for the sake of their collective soul. As Richard's schemes to increase his fortunes fail and his efforts to increase the number of times he can get laid in a day actually produce some fair results, he turns attention to ridding himself of the plague that is Larry, the man who keeps taking his drugs away and telling him to trying talking to women because "they have feelings". Richard just wants to earn enough money, by mercilessly gouging soccer moms and gay couples on their recently painted (after breaking apart in that explosion/drive off a cliff/swim on the bottom on a lake) luxury, 1978, smells-like-pine, pre-owned automobiles, so that he can purchase some land and build his Summerwind Lounge, a 1960s style swag-joint where men can grab waitresses by their front and bulbous parts and vomit in plastic palm-tree basins while throwing back enough cheap liquor to end Andre The Giant, for twice what they'd pay anywhere else, of course. He just wants to live out his dream without Larry thwarting him at every turn, without his sister screeching through his life like a banshee with nothing but an endless list of shrilly voiced wants, without the Lebanese mob trying to kill him, without some hot blond pulling herself up and wiping her hand across her mouth and swallowing only to follow up with "am I your girlfriend", without catching any more sexually transmitted diseases or suffering through any more Columbian pot shortages. Is that really so much to ask? Is it TOO MUCH?... Well. Watch. And find out. Expand
  2. Jul 3, 2011
    best comedy show I've seen in a long time, this is smart comedy underneath the layers of obsenity-filled dialogue and snappy characters. Thebest comedy show I've seen in a long time, this is smart comedy underneath the layers of obsenity-filled dialogue and snappy characters. The best asset of the show is that it never takes itself too seriously but it's not over the top either. Collapse