“Gary Unmarried” is a throwback to a time when laugh tracks were provided by evidently demented studio audiences; when one-liners were stoked with double entendres about sexual functions; when sitcoms had a beat, pace and predictability so primitive that they engaged only the reptilian part of our brains. To some viewers, this may be comfort food. To others: Hell. I suspect the latter will outnumber the former. What’s wrong here? What isn’t? Says Tom to Dad, “I can’t invite a girl over here [because] what if she expects me, to – you know – tap it?” Roar from studio audience. Mock horror from Dad. The reptile in our brain sniggers. – Verne Gay, Newsday, 9/24/08