“The Honeymooners”: Ah, for the halcyon days when the threat of domestic violence was uproarious. How Political Correctness has deprived us of such humor.
“I Love Lucy”: For Og’s sake, why? The woman is dumber than a concrete trampoline and causes endless problems. I think he needs to swap off with Jackie Gleason until Lucy learns to get her act together. “One of these days…to the moon, Lucy!”
“Gilligan’s Island”: How is it that nobody on the island realizes that the Professor (note that he’s the only one with a private hut) is keeping them there for some unstated neferious purpose by always coming up with some brilliant plan for escape and then putting the unwitting eponymous charcacter in a lynchpin role where he causes the plan to fail. These people are too stupid to live.
“My Three Sons”: First of all, it stars Fred MacMurray, who is a legenendary creep. (See Double Indemnity, The Apartment, et cetera.) Second, it starts out in some Chicago suburb with the apparently recently widowed pere Douglas , “Bub” (who I believe was the uncle of the deceased) and the titular three sons. As the series progressed, characters continued to disappear suddenly, often with little warning, and usually never to be referred to again, starting with “Bub” (perhaps getting suspicious as to the death of his relative) who was quickly replaced with “Uncle Charlie”, and going through the rest of the lineup, resulting in a final cast with only the youngest and dumbest of the orginal three sons, plus a neighbor boy “adopted” (read: kidnapped) just prior to the Douglas family exodus to suburban North Hollywood, and the acquistion of various female members of the [del]cult[/del]family prior to the show’s finale. More creepy than Alfred Hitchcock in ladies undergarmets.
“I Dream Of Jeannie”: The sadomasichistic undercurrent of the show is a clear subtext, but Maj. Healey’s infatuation with his best friend’s wife was pretty risque, even if (despite not being able to show her belly button) she did live, unmarried, with a NASA astronaut. And being able to stuff your girlfriend/wife/sex slave does have a lot of anti-feminist undercurrents; I don’t see why Gloria Steinem wasn’t protesting this show more vigorously than a Playmate Pillowfight camera shoot.
“Bewitched”: Seriously, did Samantha totally not notice that they switched out her regular husband with Folger’s Crystals? I know she’s a “witch” and all (she did manage to conceal her coke use but the post-snort twitching nose was a dead giveaway) but still you would have think she’d noticed the difference at some point. Then again, the new guy was a little less nervous than the old one, and they were otherwise pretty interchangable so maybe she figured that it was best not to rock the boat as long as hubby keeps bringing home money for nose candy.
“Head Of The Class”: Elizabeth Berkeley was so desperate to distance herself from this show that she starred in Showgirls. What does that tell you about it?
“Saved By The Bell”: Like “Head Of The Class” for the remedial set. Plus, various incarnations of it were on continuously on some channel from 1989 through 1997, prompting Bill Clinton to issue his infamous “Executive Order #39762” resulting in a secret joint CIA/Mossad/FSB operation to destroy every existing tape and execute the original cast members who were then buried in a mass grave outside of Kosovo.
“Friends”: a bunch of pasty white folk living way above their means in one of the most ethnically diverse and expensive cities on the planet. And as the series progressed two of the female leads became progressively more anorexic while the males became more bloated, giving a sort of hybrid Romero zombie film look, and everybody sleeps with everybody else. I mean, I guess if you’re making seven figures an episode you’ll probably be willing to portray a pedarist cannibal if they ask you, but seriously, creepy beyond belief.
There is more, but I have not the time. Check your local t.v. listings for the next creepfest.
Stranger