Here's a rundown of my top ten TV
programs ever, not necessarily the great and hallowed, but some of
the ones I would never tire of watching. Of course, this list is
strictly subjective, likely to change from minute to minute, and
based on affection, not Emmys (necessarily). Note: I'm omitting any
programming from pay cable stations such as HBO. Do I have a valid
aesthetic reason for this? Yes – I'm cheap.
My Top Ten TV Shows
10. Austin City Limits: I've
discovered so many great acts here that I might never have heard of
otherwise. Nanci Griffith and Australian singer Kasey Chambers are
just two of the performers who come to mind. Not household names,
but that was the point. Gosh, there were just so many for so many
seasons. The show isn't what it used to be – the last few times
I've checked, the acts were pretty top-drawer, nothing intimate or
revelatory anymore. The audiences were larger and a bit louder, at
least the ones I saw. Hey, it might return to its roots yet. I
just need to tune in someday when ISIS is defeated and I'm watching
TV again.
9. SCTV: I've been an SNL
fan for 40 years, but I'll readily admit the show has always been
hit and miss. Second City Television,
on the other hand, was the Canadian blueprint for how sketch comedy
should be done. The bits were truly creative, they didn't pander to
tweens, and they knew when to end. The cast was uniformly great
(Catherine O'Hara! Eugene Levy! John Candy!). My single favorite
bit was a long sketch called “Play It Again, Bob.” Dave Martin
was a jaded, smarmy Bob Hope, and Rick Moranis was a flawless Woody
Allen who wanted his idol to appear in his next movie. I think SNL
only ever approached that level of inspired brilliance a few times,
back when it gave its players room to breathe. (I'm thinking of the
Star Trek parody
featuring John Belushi as James T. Kirk, trying to remain in command
while the network is dismantling the set after the show's
cancellation.)
8. The Smothers Brothers Comedy
Hour: Tom and Dick Smothers
are up there in a comedy pantheon I reserve for the likes of Richard
Pryor, Woody Allen, George Carlin, and pre-op Joan Rivers. The show
was hysterically funny and controversial enough in the days of
Vietnam and campus riots for CBS to cancel it after just two
seasons. Besides the boys, Leigh French was a groovy hippie chick
with her own segment, “Share a Little Tea With Goldie,” Mason
Williams and John Hartford gave the world “Classical Gas” and
“Gentle on My Mind,” Don Novello and Rob Reiner both made
appearances before achieving fame later on, Steve Martin (!) was one
of the writers, and Pat Paulson was the world's drollest and
funniest Presidential candidate. It was good enough to give Bonanza
a serious run for its money when no other show could.
7. What's My Line:
My favorite game show not just for its clever premise, but because
it was urbane, witty, and about as far a cry from today's game shows
as you could ask for. My favorite segment was when the panelists
put on their black blindfolds so the famous Mystery Guest could
enter and sign in, please.
6. The Alfred Hitchcock Hour:
I was raised on Twilight Zone,
The Outer Limits, and
The Invaders. But
sometimes, if I was lucky, I could stay up to watch the Master
himself host his own creepy anthology series. The hour-long
seasons, which followed a long, successful run of half-hour episodes
called Alfred Hitchcock Presents,
were just about the scariest things I'd ever seen. To this day, the
episode “An Unlocked Window” remains (just ahead of “The Zanti
Misfits” from The Outer Limits and
“Home” from The X Files)
the most suspenseful, jaw-dropping hour of TV I've ever seen. I
know, because I saw it again not long ago, and it still fried me.
How did they ever get away with it back then?
5. Twin Peaks:
When that little guy in Agent Cooper's dream said, “She's filled
with secrets” at the end of episode 3, I knew I was hooked. Even
though episode 4 began with a real cheat that angered many viewers,
I hung on because David Lynch and Mark Frost's surreal nightmare was
the closest thing to brilliant feature filmmaking on TV. Great
casting and acting, spooky photography, and Angelo Badalamenti's
mesmerizing score (he also did great work for Lynch in the movies
Blue Velvet,
Mulholland Drive, and
others), added up to some real quality television. It might have
run out of steam before the end of season 2, but I didn't care. I
couldn't get enough.
4. Hill Street Blues:
This show was so groundbreaking, I didn't at first know what to
make of it. But I ended up counting the days each week until the
next episode would air. What I respected most about it was that the
characters weren't your ordinary good guy/bad guy cliches. They
could be heroes one minute and disappointments the next. I also
respected the scripts for drawing on genuine moral dilemmas, a TV
rarity. Just like the characters, the situations often weren't
clear-cut, either. (One quibble, though: The character of Howard
Hunter was such a one-dimensional buffoon. Why are there so many of
those on TV? The Mary Tyler Moore Show
had great characters who were fully fleshed out, except for Ted
Baxter, a walking punch line. During that same era, M*A*S*H
took its characters seriously
even among all the laughs, except for Frank Burns – Larry Linville
played him so broadly that I almost wept when Charles Emerson
Winchester showed up. Movies aren't exempt from this trend: In The
Silence of the Lambs,
it's clear that the psychopath Hannibal Lecter is drawn more fully
and thoughtfully than Frederick Chilton, the vain doctor who
oversees Lecter's containment and whose awkward pass at Agent
Starling is only a little less offensive than Buffalo Bill skinning
dead women.
3. Lonesome Dove:
OK, now don't get me started. This was a six-hour CBS miniseries,
and I must have spent the last two of those hours trying not to bawl
like a baby (sometimes unsuccessfully). Robert Duvall gave the
performance of his life, which is really saying something. He once
described his character, former Texas Ranger Augustus “Gus”
McCrae, as his Hamlet. I agree. Everything about this production is
first-rate. When I heard about plans for a TV version after I
finished reading the book, I thought it would just be another
watered-down exercise in mediocrity. But it's as good as anything
coming out of Hollywood, perhaps the greatest Western of all. I
love it.
2. The Fugitive:
My parents knew if they didn't let me stay up for this, there'd be
no living with me the next day. Four seasons -- one chase -- and any
episode that promised Lt. Gerard or the one-armed man in the opening
credits was not to be missed. One series that just got better and better as it went on, with a final two-parter that was everything fans had hoped for.
1. The Honeymooners:
Nothing on TV has ever made me laugh harder or more frequently than
the original 39 episodes of this show. Gleason and Carney had the
moves, the timing, and the chemistry of any of the greatest comedy
teams. Alice might have lived with Ralph, but she was no pushover,
and we both knew he was all bluff, anyway. Their apartment was tiny
and threadbare, yet it must have boasted the largest bedroom on
television, because whenever one of them disappeared in there, the
other had to shout full blast to be heard. Favorite episode: “Pal
o' Mine,” which ends with Kramden in a hospital, prepping for a
transfusion for Norton, who he thinks has been injured in the sewer.
But Norton is fine, standing at the nurse's station as Kramden is
wheeled past. He nods hello, Norton nods back, then we get not one
but two classic double-takes – Norton's as he realizes who that
was, and Kramden's, who rushes back onstage in his hospital gown in
disbelief.
7. Two and a Half Men:
I tried watching this sleazefest, but I should have known better by
the promos, which were just lewd and crude. If it had bombed, I
wouldn't be listing it, but its popularity far, far outweighs its
value. And, I mean, I like Jon Cryer, and Conchata Ferrell, too, a good character actress I'd been following for years. I think the kid was right to bail.
6. The Bachelor:
And any other reality program that treats love as some sort of
competition sport. I mean, seriously – so these woman all fall in
love with this one guy, and he falls in love with all of them, and
they get waaaay too intimate for contestants on what is ultimately a
glorified game show, and finally you know that all but one woman is
going to get her heart stomped on. I'd heard about this show for
years and read about it online, but even when I got around to
watching an episode, I was still gobsmacked.
5. The Chevy Chase Show:
Chevy Chase must be the bravest man on television, because he
actually showed up for episode 2. I would have just gone into the
FBI's witness protection program.
4. One Day at a Time:
A struggling single mother of two girls, one of whom should have
been sent to reform school long ago, who can afford to buy them good
clothes but somehow never gets around to buying herself a bra.
Schneider, the super, is on hand to provide some cheap laughs at his
expense.
3. Candid Camera:
When I was a kid, I thought this show was funny because my parents
thought it was funny. But I cringe now when I see any of those old
original episodes or any of its remakes (Punk'd
being a recent incarnation for a new generation of suckers). Sorry,
but I just can't laugh at the humiliation of others.
2. Queen for a Day:
Another show I never questioned as a kid because my mom enjoyed it.
But yikes!
Housewives vie with one another for prizes by seeing whose true
story of despair is the best. The audience registers its measure of
approval by some kind of applause-o-meter, the winner gets a cape
and a crown and I think some flowers, and then of course watches
from her throne as a new refrigerator or oven is wheeled out that
will make her life all better.
1. Hogan's Heroes:
Wondering how this popular '60s sitcom could be worse than Queen
for a Day? It's easy. Imagine a
sitcom, complete with laugh track, about American POWs in Vietnam
that debuts just 20 years after the war has ended. I'm not laughing.
Ok Vince a few observations. I always loved Jackie Gleeson but considering he was located in our hometown for so long I was biased. I still think The Red Skeleton show was just a notch better. As for Hill Street Blues, loved the show, the characters were composites of real people of which many I worked with.
ReplyDeleteI almost forgot he moved to Miami! He used to golf at the Country Club of Miami, very near where we'd moved to in later elementary school. Anyway, it's strictly the NYC shows I liked. The newer ones were fun, but not nearly as funny to me. I liked Red Skelton as a person, but his show grated on me because he couldn't stop laughing during every sketch. You bring up another good point about Hill Street -- the characters were recognizable in real life.
ReplyDeleteHey Vince, just read this last post and will get to the others another time. You brought back some good memories of growing up or of my young married life. Some I've never heard of but then I am waaaay younger than you by two years, or perhaps didn't throw a fit like you would if you didn't get to watch TV (Fugitive). Ha! My favorite of all time was The Lone Ranger because good always won out. I did love the Fugitive as well and still love suspense movies now as you know. Mike thought Hill Street Blues was about the greatest show on TV for some time. I think he may have cried when it ended. I wasn't into it, but probably because I believed in love and watched The Bachelor those first years. When Trisha and Ryan met and married after The Bachelorette, I was sure each season would be as sweet, but nope, wasn't mean to be and I stopped watching it after the 4th season or so. Mike P commented on Red Skelton and that was a fond memory as well as Foster Brooks and the Dean Martin show. I loved Alfred Hitchcock as well but got a bit freaked out and The Honeymooners were a favorite of my folks so I watched it as well. Good memories Vince!
ReplyDeleteGood feedback, Mary! Tell Mikey he has good taste regarding Hill Street. Did he also cry at Lonesome Dove? I'll bet he did. My parents enjoyed Dean Martin, and my mom phoned me the day he died just to let me know.
ReplyDeleteAww, The Fugituve, yeah, I loved that one. Red Skelton was a master of good; clean almost kind humor. He always made me laugh and love him and I always wished he was my grandfather. Hill Street Blues was a favorite. The Smothers Brothers--I simply loved Tommy! Dark Shadows after school every day--I don't remember if it was good or not but I was captivated each afternoon. And as I mentioned last night, the hardest, longest laugh I ever had was watching an episode of All in the Family. The dumbest show I ever watched, over and over for no good reason, Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman (except for maybe The Monkees, but in my defense I was a pre-teen and Davey Jones was cute.).
ReplyDeleteTommy had me in stitches as a kid, and I was surprised to discover later on how political he was -- he was the brother who kept pushing the boundaries of what he could and couldn't do on the show. I think Mary Hartman was actually a good show, really funny satire -- don't feel guilty. As for the Monkees, I didn't appreciate them until later on, when I realized I'd grown up all those years unable to get "Daydream Believer" out of my head. It's still a favorite from my teen years. I'm so glad we can share these things through this blog!
ReplyDeleteWell, Vince, to entertain my grandchildren (and okay, sometimes just for my own pleasure), I am often known to break into a lively, off-key rendition of the Monkees' theme song. "Hey, hey we're the Monkees and people say we monkey around, but we're too busy a singin to bring anybody down. HEY, HEY we're the Monkees!!"
ReplyDeleteWell, there's no bigger Monkees fan than my sister, so you've just committed yourself to singing it for us when she's here. Looking forward to it!
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