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Sundays at 5:00 on CTV were a time of wonder and discovery. The fields with their chaff-like growths blowing in the wind signaled the start of a highly informative and haunting half-hour documentary. The thin straight lines speeding in a single direction, albeit staggered, brought us the silhouettes of images (offset by pink, orange, red, and teal backgrounds) that would have been lost in time if not for a YouTube account. And then the announcer, one Alan Small, would finish off almost every episode with "the Untamed World." I remember being scared half out of my wits by, yet strangely drawn to, these simple images (all of which repeated in the outro accompanied by five others) and Mort Garson's haunting theme, but now that fear seems just silly and ridiculous.
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as a kid, you sometimes had trouble distinguishing fact from fiction. Even into adulthood the line is sometimes too blurry. That's the case for Pinky here. He's so inspired by a Super Guy comic that he just has to try and emulate him. The problem here is that his choice of "damsel in distress" isn't particularly impressed with his efforts. In almost all scenes featuring her, the elderly lady ends up being the butt of his woeful attempts to emulate his fictitious idol. (One exception: a muscular thug's gun goes off on him when he can't wrestle it away.) The very last scene, where she transforms into a caped fighter of her own and chases the stupefied feline with an uprooted traffic post, is a perfect example of how and why intentions are considered less important than results to anyone who is collateral damage in any act of misconduct.
Luckily, if you can get past the speech component, the 1993 television version features a far more competent version of the crime-fighting panther.
Luckily, if you can get past the speech component, the 1993 television version features a far more competent version of the crime-fighting panther.
Ah, the Dragon and the Cobra. If you were seriously into the martial arts genre, popularized in part by Enter the Dragon several years earlier, of course you'd call it crap and insulting to Bruce Lee's memory. If you were to look a little deeper, though, it doesn't look like it was meant to be anything more than a lampoon of the sport. Look at the scenes with the Flying Fatman and the dude whose eyeballs got plucked out. Were these actually real events or staged to make some sort of point? And what of the "early" Bruce Lee footage? Was it meant to be a serious biography? If the director were really ashamed of his work, he would have been likely to have himself billed as Alan Smithee so as to avoid embarrassment. But the dude who played Jasper Milktoast in this flick was willing to take his lumps, whereas many other directors would not. And before you call this crap, take a look at what's in our theaters today! Plainly put: foolish, asinine, retarded, lame, juvenile
in other words, if you want good clean mindless fun, FIVE STAR DIAMOND!