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Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Arthur Jumps The Shark

Arthur is running downhill. The long-running PBS children's show about the boy aardvark, his family and his many varied species of friends and neighbors is running out of credible or meaningful plots. Entire episodes are now being devoted to rummaging through Binky's back story, spelunking through the furthest reaches of Prunella's squalid heart or introducing some character I've never heard of. I don't know why they don't just show re-runs rather than subject the audience to creepy guest appearances such as Matt Damon. Pretty soon I expect to see Arthur actually jumping a shark. After all, he and the Fonz do share the same name.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Bugs Bunny and Opera


I was reminiscing about the hours of enjoyment I had as a kid watching the "Bugs Bunny Roadrunner Hour" on Saturday mornings. So on a whim I went to YouTube and immediately found some of my all-time favorite episodes which I still vividly remember almost 40 years later. The picture quality is pretty marginal but the laughs still hold up, as my kids can attest.

Anybody who watched this great show in the late 60's and early 70's will remember the opening theme with it's immortal words: "Overture, curtain lights, this is it, the night of nights! No more rehearsing and nursing a part; we know every part by heart! Overture, curtain lights, this is it, we'll hit the heights! And oh, what heights we'll hit! On with the show, this is it!"

From time to time I find myself spontaneously yelling out, "Hossenfeffer! Where's my hossenfeffer?!" So I just had to dig around until I found the cartoon this wonderful line came from, "Shishkabugs!"

Like millions of other kids, I first learned something about classical music from Bugs. The two unsurpassable episodes that use operatic themes are:

"What's Opera, Doc?", from 1957, with the classic segment where Elmer Fudd sings to the tune of Wagner's Ride of the Valkyeries, "kee-yul the wabbit! Kee-ul the Wabbit! Kee-yul The WABBBBB-BIT!" I just learned that this episode, widely considered to be animator Chuck Jone's masterpiece, was voted #1 in a list of the 50 Greatest Cartoons of All Time as judged by 1000 animators.

Equally as influential to me was the "Rabbit of Seville", FROM 1949, with Bugs in the title role who, along with Elmer, sings the entire dialogue to the tune of Rossini's "Barber of Seville".

Kids, THESE are cartoons! Laugh in reverent glee!

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Can't Get Enough of The Magic Bullet Infomercial


One of the small joys of my life is when I stumble across another opportunity to watch the 30 minute infomercial for the Magic Bullet, the “personal versatile countertop magician”, which I’ve probably seen 50 times. Sometimes I troll the cable channels looking for it, often striking paydirt early Sunday mornings.
For the uninitiated, this fascinating commercial doesn’t just promote the product (which is basically a glorified miniature food processor). What is so compelling is that the action takes place in the kitchen of an impossibly perky and good-looking couple named Mick and Mimi, along with a ragged assortment of their friends who are apparently spending a weekend with them. Mick and Mimi spend half an hour amazing their guests with the many varieties of meals, dips and drinks they create in seconds with the Magic Bullet.

The guests are a highlight of the commercial, and apparently I’m not the only person enthralled by the interactions between them and their upbeat hosts. There are numerous web sites that have been created by other cult enthusiasts of this commercial. Many of us gather at such Magic Bullet fetish sites to dissect the personality characteristics of each guest and the finer points of banter between the characters. One site conducts a poll of favorites catchphrases. “Did somebody say muffins?” is always a top vote-getter. This is the first line uttered by the immortal Hazel, padding into the kitchen in her frumpy housecoat and a cigarette perpetually dangling from her mouth. Another favorite is balding and hung-over Berman (the first few times I saw it I thought his name was "Vermin"), There's even a nameless woman whose apparent sole purpose is to be absolutely amazed by everything.
I’m not at all interested in ever actually owning a Magic Bullet. There's no way it can work as wonderfully as advertised. In fact, the first question under the official Magic Bullet list of Frequently Asked Questions is “Why does everything I chop turn into mush?” There is a store in a local mall that sells products advertised on television infomercials, and I told them I wasn't interested in a Magic Bullet but that I'd be glad to buy the infomercial if they could snag me a copy. I guess I could copy it the next time it comes on television, but part of the charm of the whole business is being surprised when it appears, like seeing a shooting star or catching all the green lights on the way to work.