By David Hiltbrand
September 25, 1995 12:00 PM

The WB (Sundays, 9 p.m. ET)


We’re used to cast members from Saturday Night Live moving on to undistinguished film careers. Ellen Cleghorne was not that ambitious. She has settled for a truly dreary sitcom. Soon after we meet this single mom, she muses, “I want my parents to move out of the projects. I just don’t want them living next door to me…. They’re old, and I’d just end up having to pay for new hips.” Quicker than you can say, “Movin’ on up,” the entire family is in the adjoining apartment. They’ve even installed a connecting door.

Say hello to the folks: churchgoing mom (Alaina Reed Hall), postal worker dad (Garrett Morris, another SNL refugee), who bores everyone to tears by reciting zip codes, and Ellen’s overweight sister (Sherri Shepherd), who has dreams of modeling. Naomi Campbell needn’t worry. Shepherd walks around in a bathrobe with a candy bar wrapper stuck in her hair. She has to ask for instructions to use the toilet.

The only emphatic thing about this witless and wearisome show is the exclamation point in the title.