Rooms with a View

Felt like watching community theater, or catharsis for a writer who went through a loved one's heart surgery, kept a journal, and spit it out as a script, hoping the episode would write itself. Wasn't this show funny? Whatever it traded jokes for didn't pan out in this episode-maybe just director Kelsey Grammer trying his hand a little too hard at a multi-camera one-act.

This episode is so, so un-Frasier like-I'd never show it to anyone I wanted to get watching the show.

A marvelous episode, cleverly written (winner of an Emmy for camera work) as memories of past hospital experiences of the cast are reflected in brief segments, plus one peek into the future. Brought a tear to my eye when I remember my own family's experiences.

I love this episode and I might literally cry my eyes out.

This episode is not so Frasier-style but still brilliant. The drama, emotions, hilariousness, they just merge with each other in the perfect way. There are some sad memories for sure, but there's a bright future as well. And this is life. This is our life.

Huge fan of fraser. I've seen every season probably a dozen times. This episode always annoys me. All of the acting feels overly dramatic and annoyingly unfunny. For instance why is Marty asking about a vending machine that he can just get up and look at?

Frasier fans seem to consist of two types; those that enjoy the slapstick goofiness that made it a smash hit, and those (like myself) that reveled in the fine line it tread between comedy and drama in the first season or two, but quietly abandoned in favor of (albeit often well done) farce and one-liners. While the story line all but forces the drama (rather than being introduced more naturally in more typical situations as in the early years), the cast takes good advantage of the opportunity of a well-written and well-directed episode. Those who lament Frasier's turn to straight-up comedy fairly early on in its impressive run, and rarely revisit the later seasons, should make an exception for this episode.