Since the summer movie blockbuster season has ended and Lost has not re-started, we need something to amuse us on Fridays. I’d like to introduce Pass the Clicker, a journey to the classic TV shows of yesteryear. By classic I mean it either in the Greg sense (really good) or in the Matt sense (so bad that it is good).
So, for today’s Pass the Clicker I’d like to feature the Shazam!/Isis Hour. I’m pretty sure that this falls in the so bad that it is good category.
The set-up for Shazam! is that a young man, Billy Batson, travels around the country in an RV with an old guy called Mentor. And when trouble strikes, Billy says Shazam! and invokes the powers of Solomon, Hercules, Atlas, Zeus, Achilles, and Mercury. It’s a lot like the Super Best Friends on South Park, except not intended to be funny. The council provides advice to Billy and transforms him into a super-hero played by a different actor, who’s got a square jaw, is about a foot taller, and has 50 extra pounds of muscle. Mentor also provides Billy with advice and for some reason is always wearing the same 70s leisure suit.
This clip should provide you with a true taste of the total awfulness of the show. In it Billy and Mentor are helping Curtis, a young black man with a giant Afro, in his efforts to try-out for the Inner-City Orchestra. No racial stereotypes here! But Curtis says he’s not “turned-on” about working and dreaming for something only to have it taken away from him. But don’t let the Man keep you down, Curtis.
The set-up for Isis is that a school teacher discovers an amulet that gives her super-powers. She uses her super-powers to give the young boys watching the show that tingly feeling that they don’t quite understand.
And in this marvelously horrible clip Isis teaches a young girl the important lesson that people can be beautiful on the inside. And Isis teaches this lesson in her mini-skirt outfit. Yes, this show was on Saturday mornings for children and not on pay-per-view.
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Oh my goodness- where can I get more of that cheesilicious goodness?
Speaking of Greg good and Matt good, I’m going to see Neil Diamond tonight. I’ll let you know where he fell on the spectrum when I get back.
I could tell you now, and spare you the trip.
“Missiles? You mean the kind that explode?”