Author: Jason Thompson (Page 66 of 67)

“The Greatest American Hero” & The Power of DVD

I’ve really been enjoying being able to watch “The Greatest American Hero” again thanks to good old DVD. Lots of genuinely funny moment between the Ralph Hinckley and Bill Maxwell characters (the Hinckley character’s name was briefly changed to “Hanley” for an episode or two after John Hinckley did his wicked little trick), and Connie Sellica never looked hotter. Definitely up there on my list of all-time TV babes (though why she decided to shack up with John Tesh in anyone’s guess). The series is one of Stephen Cannell’s finest creations, even though there was a planned “Greatest American Heroine” spinoff that thankfully never aired, but whose pilot can be seen on the first season of “GAH.”

The real beauty here, though, is checking out William Katt’s stunt double. And really, this could have only happened with the glorious DVD pause and frame advance buttons. Sure, you may have been able to pull it off on some VCRs, but for full-on clairty nothing’s gonna beat the DVD. Anyway, anytime Katt takes off into the air (sometimes even when he’s running to take off), the stunt double comes in. The people who made this show obviously never dreamed that such things as DVDs would come along years later to really zero in on these things, and therefore they didn’t really seem to care much if the double resembled Katt in any way. The dude is much bulkier for one thing. I mean, he really fills out that supersuit in ways Katt never could. Then there’s the killer Harpo Marx wig the guy is wearing. Totally out of whack, and wooly as hell, this thing hardly looks like even a wig, let alone real hair, it’s that bad. I tell you, I’ve had as much fun just frame advancing the stunt double’s moments on screen as I have watching the episodes themselves. Some good unintended hilarity if ever there was some.

Come back Connie, I forgive you.

Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade II

Well, apparently some action happened today at the Macy’s parade wherein a giant balloon got caught around a streetlight and sheared it off, causing it to fall and hit a woman and an 11-year-old girl. Of course, Bloomberg was there to say that the winds were well within the safe range after a similar accident happened a few years back when a Cat in the Hat balloon tore off a hunk of steel as well, causing it to fall off into the crowd. After that incident, they apprarently had some new laws passed stating that winds could only be within a certain range for the balloons to be “safe.” Guess they’ll have to append that one again.

In other Thanksgiving news, I didn’t watch the parade, but instead got readily shnockered with other family members and took the Nazz’s advice to “forget all about it a while.” This worked like a charm. I’m just trying to decide if it was all down to the beer, the vodka, or the uhhhh….what else did I have to drink today?

The Yule Log

Do you know anyone who owns a yule log video? If you do, have you ever asked them why? What could be a more pointless gift? I mean, it’s not even a funny bad gift to give. And why would anyone purposely waste their own money on one? I can’t imagine anyone, while prepping their houses for Christmas with the yearly decorations, is rubbing their hands together as they pull out the yule log video, hotly anticipating the countless pleasures from viewing it.

I wonder if some couples dim the lights and make out to the yule log video. If I had ever been with some girl and she pulled out that tape to make out to, I would have excused myself on the spot. There’s nothing romantic about a fake fire (anyone with those phony fireplaces that have natural gas “logs” in them can attest to that). Hell, let’s just sit on the registers after the furnace kicks in and see how hot our asses get before we scream in pain and have to move to a cooler seat. Now that’s some holiday fun. People like to joke about fruit cakes being bad gifts, but seriously, they have nothing on the yule log video.

Jennifer Marlowe or Bailey Quarters?

Oh, yeah. I am speaking about the two ladies of “WKRP In Cincinnati” here. I was only six years old when the show debuted, and man there was a whole lotta press for Loni Anderson in her role as Jennifer Marlowe. My older brother had a poster of her up in his bedroom (along with one of Wild and Crazy Steve Martin in his classic white suit with a fish in the jacket chest pocket), and I used to gaze at it quite a bit. Yep, Anderson was hot stuff.

But, as I got older and revisted the show through reruns, I couldn’t help but realize that it wasn’t Anderson, but rather Jan Smithers as Bailey Quarters who was the hot chick of the show. The glasses were sexy, the attitude was sexy…hey, blonde bimbos with boobs just didn’t do it for me anymore, I guess (or maybe it was just that weird-ass helmet hair Anderson seemed to have on the show). Anyway, my point is that the world needs some more Bailey. However, according to IMDB, Smithers hasn’t been seen on screen since 1987. What a shame. And why the hell was she married to James Brolin? Ah well, guess memories of Bailey will have to do. I’ll take ’em.

Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade

As a kid, I used to love watching this mind-numbing spectacle. It was impressive to see all the goofy floats towering in the air. But of course, now I just couldn’t care less about it. Much like I no longer care for the Tournament of Roses parade and all those others. I think the end came for me when I saw Rue McClanahan atop some float and lip synching some god-awful song. It brought back memories of “The Golden Girls” and how anyone could think her character in real or fictional life was sexy was just…distracting, and not in a good way.

But what’s more annoying, the celebrity cameos or the running commentary on each damn float, marching band, and everything else associated with the parade? I don’t need to hear Katie Couric go on and on about some dog groomer that cuts the fur of famous celebs’ pets. And who could forget such winning moments as “Oh, here gomes Inky, Blinky, Pinky, and Clyde and Pac-Man! And right behind them hovering high in the air is UNDERDOG!”

I may have hallucinated that last bit, but I know that damn Underdog always appears. If ever there was a reason to get drunk before noon, the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade is it.

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