Marcel Winatschek

The Channel That Quietly Died

Sitcoms are the one genre I’ve never been able to pretend I’m above. Friends, King of Queens, the whole ecosystem—I watched all of it without apology. There’s a structural thing they do, a timed release of tension, that works on me even when the writing is barely adequate.

The one that stuck was Mad About You—Helen Hunt and Paul Reiser grinding through marriage in New York, which sounds like nothing on paper. But there was something in the smallness of it: the arguments about nothing in particular, the way two people who love each other still find ways to make each other miserable on a Tuesday. I used to catch it late at night when I should’ve been asleep.

Nick Comedy, the German cable channel that ran this kind of thing in the evenings, shut down around then. The slot was being handed to a new Comedy Central Germany, which in theory was an upgrade—fresher shows, a proper brand—but it also meant the quiet channel with the old sitcoms was just gone. No ceremony, no finale. One day it was there; the next it was something else.

There’s a particular loss in a channel disappearing. The schedule was part of the experience—the accidental late-night encounter with something you hadn’t planned to watch. Streaming removed all of that. Now you have access to everything and stumble across nothing.