Tuesday, July 25, 2006

 

Oh, Dear...

There are things that are best left in the misty reaches of memory. Back in college I made the mistake of renting loads of old cartoons on VHS, and while I had fond memories of them from childhood, on sober (and sometimes less than sober) examination as an adult it was clear they were, shall we say, less than good. Much, much less than good.

Now, I read that an outfit called BCI has announced plans to release virtually every cartoon and live-action Saturday morning show from the mid- to late-80s, none of which I've seen in three decades. Ark II. Space Academy. Hero High. The Secrets of Isis. Even Jason of Star Command.

Now, the problem is that even though it's been thirty years or so since I saw any of these, I already know they were crap. The question is, how truly horrible must they have been for me to realize, even through the misty haze of dim memories, that they weren't any good? Between the good graces of Netflix and the good people at BCI, it looks like I'm about to find out. But could I stop myself from checking them out, even knowing it's bound to be nothing but painful? Doesn't seem likely...

Comments:
I checked out a childhood favourite recently, and it held up really well: Roobarb & Custard. Maybe it's the dry twisted humour, or the fact they put it on shortly before the 6pm news, or the fact each cartoon is short, or that it's voiced by Richard Briers.
 
Awww, man, and I paid somebody on eBay a ton of money for crappy taped-off-the-TV VHS tapes of "The Secrets of Isis." Oh well.
 
Space Academy and Jason of Star Command. Oh, man. I've actually wondered in the recent past why nobody's put these out on DVD. I mean, they only had like 12 episodes each, but they ran for frellin' ever on Saturday mornings.
 
You know, right away, what I'm going to say to you about this, so let's just insert Finn rant #4597: "You Can't Go Back," and leave it at that. I love you too much to see you suffer as you gamely struggle through Ark II. It was never good. I was always outside, riding my bike, when that thing came on.

Indiana, let it go.
 
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