A successor to 3rd Rock from the Sun, with the safety bar removed. The Solomons have stopped pretending to be polite about humanity, and the sitcom has slipped its assigned orbit. Each episode points its alien gaze at one of the cherished, untouchable parts of being human — the ones every other show treats as sacred — and laughs until the sacred part starts laughing too. A man’s need for a woman’s touch as the meaning of his life. The way grown adults talk to dogs. Funerals. Ceremonies of any kind. Romance. Sentimentality itself. Nothing is off limits, because the Solomons never agreed to the limits in the first place.