I don’t know about you, but when I was a kid I watched The Adventures of Superman on TV. Loved every cheezie, poorly acted episode; especially when Superman (portrayed by actor George Reeves who was no man of steel himself because he is thought to have committed suicide) jumped outta that tall building window and started to fly.
Well, I’ve taken to watching them again on ME-TV, the network that features old TV shows from the fifties and sixties. Wow! By today’s standards these half hour shows were a bunch of crap: low budget simple stories on cheap sets featuring B-list actors. That was in 1952 – early television. I was only five years old at the time and didn’t have a clue about television, cause our family didn’t get a TV set until 1955 or thereabouts ( a big boxie piece of furniture – a Packard Bell – that always “went on the fritz” and required a repair man to come over to the house and fix it on a regular basis, which made my Dad curse, “What a piece of crap!”.) I saw all the episodes when they played as re-runs in the afternoons before the Mouseketeers came on.
What impressed me the most was not so much the actual episodes themselves, but the network and the demographic it was playing to. Old TV shows playing to an older crowd trying to re-live their youth, interspersed with commercials for hearing aids, walk-in bathtubs and Kaiser Medicare ads. After an hour of watching this nostalgic stuff, I couldn’t help but realize, “Wow…a bunch of geezers must be watching this crap”. Sure glad I’m not one of them: some old fart sitting back in his recliner, mildly medicated, reliving his youth, blowing his mind in the present over that which blew his mind in the past, and wishing that he too could fly (and get it on with Lois Lane).