Emergency!

In yesterday's crappy-assed attempt at maintaining and meeting a self-imposed deadline I alluded to yet another fine example of American television.  One could almost excuse this one...almost.

Late Saturday evening I was sitting here at my desk and watching a video on YouTube.  It was probably a music video, however, as usual...I'm clueless.  Anyhoos, one of the YouTube suggestions following the video was the pilot episode of a "Classic" program.  I use the label "Classic" with a little trepidation here.  The screenwriting was lackluster, the plot entirely predictable and you could have seen the same quality acting offered in many high school drama departments across the country.   However, it was filled with action, bright lights and sirens.  Just the thing to snatch the attention of an eleven year old kid.   Yes, I know, I wrote twelve in yesterday's post.   Further research showed me the program debuted as a mid-season replacement series in January of 1972.  If my ancient memory serves me correctly, I would have turned twelve in May of that year. 

Any guesses yet?   I promise, I won't keep you in suspense much longer, unless of course I should decide to stretch this entry out for two or three days.  I wouldn't have to struggle for a topic then would I?  As much as that idea appeals to me, yada, yada, yada.

I am, of course referring to; 

Robert Fuller as Dr, Kelly Bracket, an elitist, chauvinistic Asshole.

Julie London as Dixie McCall, described in one scene as a white female approximately 30 years of age.  I know that some women have been known to lie about their ages, but sixteen years?  Sheesh. She was a much better singer than she was an actress.

Bobby Troupe, probably should have avoided acting and devoted his excess energy and time to his jazz career.  

What can be said about Randolph Mantooth and Kevin Tighe who have had long and storied character actor carrers.

"One Adam-12.  See the man..."

In an attempt to capture a little more of the public's attention the show's creators,  R. A. Cinader and Jack Webb snuck in officers Pete Malloy and Jim Reed.   Martin Milner and Kent McCord of Adam-12 fame had just enough of a walk-on role to list them as Special Guest Stars.

One particularly amusing scene, don't pay any attention to the storyline, you haven't missed much thus far. Instead, watch the chunks of concrete as they fall, and bounce off of the firefighter's back.  Then, a little later, the concrete chunks and rocks defy physics and float in the water.

http://youtu.be/weXUh_8AE3k?t=1h25m

I know, I'm not supposed to notice the stuff like that, but. I do.  You would too if you had grown up in my household and had watched television with my dad.  He always notices those little anachronisms and film making faux pas continuity errors. 

For anyone who might be as much of a glutton for punishment as I was Saturday night, my gift to you, the whole sloppy enchilada.

"Squad 51. 10-4. KMG-365."

 

Maybe, and some future point in the continuum of space and time I'll point out that you should count the number of times the same green VW is seen parked on the street in the awesome chase scene in the awesome movie "Bullitt."