"," Fox's latest dysfunctional family sit-not-enough-com, has taken what they hoped were the funniest parts of classic sitcoms and combined them with the tired and true same-old/same-old family sitcoms that have been around since Jesus was in Pampers.

Nor have I ever been in a house where the couch is in the middle of the room and the stairway is in back and the door is stage right. Apparently everyone in sitcoms lives in the same house.

"The War at Home," brings us the latest incarnation of the same family we've seen thousands of times but without the charm or bellylaughs of "," "The Simpsons," and any of 100 family classics.

In this one, dad Dave (Michael Rapaport, a great actor in a not-great role) and his wife, Vicky (Anita Barone), somehow get through life despite those darned kids.

Right off, the names are all wrong. Where are the Britneys, and, yes, Kyles and Kaylees? When was the last time you met a teenager named Larry — who wasn't from the Ukraine or something? Every teen now is named as though they were rock stars or 16th century nobility.

Anyway, dad is pretty rough around the edges and even Rapaport can't make chicken salad out of chicken feed with lines like: "My wife Vicky — did you check out the rack? Nice huh?" and "I have only one simple rule for dating my teenage daughter: If she sees your penis, I'll cut it off." And then the always low rent, "No f-bleeep-ing way!"

In the first episode, Dad refuses to let Hillary date a college guy with a car so she brings home someone apparently more dangerous than that — a black kid! Right. Then Dad finds out that Mom (oh no!) dated lots of black guys before she wound up with this prize.

They worry that Larry likes boys and when he (hahaha) dresses up in a bra, dress and wig to steal a car to look at girls (go figure that one out), they are convinced he's "a gay."

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