I remember some other sitcom at the time having the father laughing at the TV as his daughter walked by and said “Archie Bunker’s not supposed to be the good guy, Dad…”
I recall reading that Carrie Fisher actually had a legit copy, which she’d play when party guests didn’t take the hint that it was time for them to go home.
I’m having a hard time with the idea that a party ever ended at Carrie Fisher’s place.
but the whole plot had "white privilege’ undertones, i.e. qualified white guys kept out of elite colleges because of Affirmative Action
Soulman? absolutely, and people said that too, when it came out. Affirmative Action wasn’t under fire then as it would be later, so that was just a joke (or, a lame attempt at one), not a political comment. It still was not well received.
But lots of people at the time were afraid to say "The Emperor’s go no clothes.
Paint Your Wagon, the Broadway musical, was a decent (if silly, of course) work by Lerner and Lowe.
Whoever turned it into a movie threw out the original story line, tortured the script, filmed non-singers, and splashed the in movie theatres. It was never a “classic,” although a decent filming of the stage play could have become one. No polyandry, no “singing” by Eastwood or Marvin.
I’ve always thought that Jean Seberg must be a terrible singer. Clint Eastwood and Lee Marvin did their own singing in Paint Your Wagon, but Seberg’s singing was dubbed by someone else.
The Truth About Cats and Dogs is a gender swapped Cyrano de Bergerac
My WTF is the setup for Sleepless in Seattle
This woman has an SO whose only problem is that he’s boring. So she goes off to NYC to meet a stranger? It’s almost the “Piña Colada” song of movies
Only if the NYC stranger turned out to be her boring SO. Who was, surprise, not so boring after all. “Oh, I never knew…”
Speaking of the “Piña Colada” song, I always thought-- who knows so freakin’ little about their long-term romantic partner? Did they never compare drink preferences? Never get caught in the rain and say “I kinda like this; it’s romantic!”…“yeah, I feel the same way!”? Never visited the cape and said “hey, I got an idea-- let’s go out to the dunes at midnight and…y’know”?
Speaking as someone who has been cheated on, people are definitely fully capable of forgetting attractive qualities of their current partner.
Forgetting, sure, but “I never knew…”? Each of them totally overlooked, or failed to mention, the fact that they like Piña Coladas, or that they’re more into champagne than health food? Even early on in their early romantic, getting to know one another phase?
I thought part of the point of that song is that they didn’t know each other that well.
I know my husband very well but he occasionally surprises me. This year I learned that he views his mind as a filing cabinet where he can store and retrieve information, which makes sense if you know him, but it’s so unlike how my mind works (everything’s just tangled up in there), it was a little bit shocking.
Pina Coladas and the other things mention strike me as day-dreamy desires of people who are letting themselves live dull lives. Every day at the office, they fantasize about being free and drinking a fancy drink by the pool or doing some romantic activity, but every night they drink beer and watch tv, partly from habit, and partly because they figure their opposite number would shut down (or mock) any attempt to do anything different. If they talked to each other about what they would really like to do, they’d have been better off - but it’s not remotely hard to believe that some folks never do have such an open conversation until it’s too late.
All good points I suppose, but I was really just joshin’ around about a silly little 45 year old novelty song. 'Yes, and… ’ much, you guys?
That’s our forte!
I’ve been thinking about it for 45 years, and I’ve got THOUGHTS!
Speaking as someone who opened an entire thread about who was the -real- killer in the music video / song “Hazard” - Yes. And Yes. And Yes. 
I’ve always been of the opinion that the two people in the Pina Colada song deserved each other, as the two most shallow people on the face of the Earth. Runners-up for that title, the totally awful “Jack and Diane.”
Gawd, I hate that song.
Didn’t some stand-up comedian blame the quality of television scripts at the time on cocaine?