The premiere of Arrested Development‘s fourth season was more than three weeks ago, but Netflix is still giving us the awesomest of treats to go along with the new episodes, and I am loving it. This latest fun comes from AD executive producer and omniscient Bluth family narrator Ron Howard. This past week, fans sent out tweets with the hashtag #ADNarrates in the hope of having them read by Mr. Howard himself, in the style of Arrested Development, of course. A bunch of lucky sons of guns actually got their tweets chosen, and Netflix posted various examples on their YouTube page, but you can now watch them all strung together in one video. Kind of like that genius who put all the new episodes in chronological order.
What I love about this video, in addition to the fact that I get to hear Ron Howard’s Bluthy inflections even more than I already have, is that he doesn’t just read all of the tweets verbatim. Granted, for the ones that are written in a style similar to the show’s narration, he totally does, and I would be honored if my tweet was deemed worthy to be read word-for-word by the man who reads the Arrested Development writers’ words. But for the ones that are more run-of-the-mill, he puts his own AD spin on it, either changing the phrasing or all-out making fun of the tweeter’s choices. For instance, for the fan who tweeted, “I wish I had a #burger,” Mr. Howard narrates, “Out of all the things Camille could have had an Oscar-winning director narrate, she chose lunch.”
I know we’re all thinking the same thing right now, and it’s pretty awkward, right? I mean, I’m assuming you’re also thinking that Ron Howard probably has some free time now that he’s not busy explaining what a huge mistake Gob Bluth has made or helping us as viewers better understand whether Lindsay’s trip to India took place before or after Buster got his “big hand,” and he might need a job narrating somebody else’s life. What’s awkward about this is that we all want it to be us. But I have a great solution. Why don’t we all get together, sit down, talk it out, and agree that I should be the one who gets it? Then we can all go our separate ways and move on with our lives. Except in my case I’ll be moving on with my Ron Howard-narrated life. I can hear it now: “On the NEXT day of Jill’s life…”