From the way posts go on this site in regards to TV’s favorite ‘creepy’ family, one might think users here just want to be Angelica Houston or Christina Ricci. As silly as it sounds, it goes a lot deeper than that for me.
See, there’s this episode where a young motorcyclist crashes into their front lawn. He’s a biker-kid through and through, leather jacket, sixties “beat-style” lingo, greased back hair. Instead of reacting to him the way most would, the Addams embrace him, they find him cultured, a “true individual” as Morticia says. In the episode, you find out that the kid is on the run from his father, who refuses to accept him, wants him to be more like other members of society.
Near the end, he has a confrontation with his dad, “You hated me for me being who I was, and the Addams might be a little strange, but they love me for who I am. As far as I’m concerned, the only freak is you.”
It’s a strangely powerful moment for such a silly show, and it doesn’t just leave you. It reminds you why you really care about this family, why you come to love them despite the sit-com nature of their antics. They’re everything you want in a family. They love for people’s differences, not in spite of them, the stranger the better. They don’t believe in violence, but are always up for a good fencing match.
They’re so perfect in fact, that it makes you sad to realize people like that only exist in television. But it brings you a smile that at least they exist somewhere, and the world might be a better place if we were all a bit more like the kooky and spooky Addam’s family.