We don’t watch families watching us watching them in a dire existential loop that would subdue and confuse even Charlie Kaufman.

That would be too loathsome, too accurate; so instead, Jack Tripper earnestly works on some potentially racist sculpture; Kramer is given full executive license to be Kramer; and Cliff Huxtable manages his family during what appears to be someone’s birthday. It is as if we are stuck inside the TV, hands planted on the g