Posts Tagged ‘80′s’

A new definition of “Crime TV”

Wednesday, September 24th, 2008

What the hell was that?!?!?!

The premier episode of Knight Rider was terrible.  I mean, really, really, really terrible.  The kind of terrible which can only be made when that much money is involved.

Straight off, the “Ford Rep” who insisted that it was necessary for force a Ford (F-150?) pickup into the show needs to be shot.  Preferably dragged into the street, beaten soundly, then shot.

Next, the drunken producer who felt the show needed a little “sex” and dreamed up the contrived excuse to get The Girl in her underwear…  First, good job.  Second, may you never work in show business again.

Finally, whoever wanted to add “mystery” by having Mike not remember his past (“Oh yeah, you asked to marry me 3 years ago.  Did I forget to mention that?”) I simply ask that the reproductive sterilization is complete.

Seriously tho, it’s freaking Knight Rider, it shouldn’t be possible to get this wrong.  Yet, somehow, they snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.

This should be taught in classes as an example of less is more.  It’s like children making television.  Everything is turned to 11.  I could be fine with KITT changing colour, that would have been fine – cool even, but no – he has to change into a freaking pickup or the ugliest muscle car ever seen.  One moment KITT is doing 377MPH, the next – he can’t catch a sports car.  What?  What kind of supercar is KITT suppose to be?

The writing on this show amounts to a legacy assassination.  I loved Knight Rider when I was a kid and so did you.  (Don’t lie, you did.)  I know it was 80′s television pap but in my mind’s eye it was awesomeness given shape and corny dialog.  What I needed from the new series is something to stand up to that.  And don’t tell me it can’t be done, Battlestar Galactia is a prime example that it can.  And it would have been simple.  Tone everything down to the point where we can believe it’s true-ish and it’d be remarkable.

The last shot of the car sums everything up perfectly.  You have the blood red of KITT’s scanners, the emerald green of the LASERS(!!!) and the deep blue glow from under the car.  Primary colours for toddlers.

If I had been there, I could have saved it.  I could have told them, I would have told them – “That’s stupid”.

And that might have made all the difference.

Kyrie Eleison

Saturday, August 23rd, 2008

We went out for lunch at work on Friday and I heard an old song on the radio.  It was Kyrie by Mr. Mister.  It’s one of my favorite songs from the 80′s, but I never ever understood exactly what was being sung in the chorus.

I thought he was saying “Kyrie lays on” which would make the lyrics (as I heard them):

Kyrie lays on down the road that I must travel
Kyrie lays on through the darkness of the night

I had always thought that Kyrie was a girl who the singer could count on helping him through a bad time. I even remember thinking that the first few words drawn out at the beginning where a mumbled “She believes in me”.

But I never knew exactly what they were saying.  And it bugged me.

Well, hell.  We have the internet now.  And I couldn’t have been more wrong.

What was being said was “Kyrie Eleison” which is Greek for “Lord, have mercy” and is used in Catholic Mass.  Apparently the whole song is a sort of prayer.

My mind.  It is blown.

But to me, Kyrie will always be a girl’s name.

Kyrie eleison, kyrie eleison, kyrie

The wind blows hard against this mountain side, across the sea into my soul
It reaches into where I cannot hide, setting my feet upon the road

My heart is old, it holds my memories, my body burns a gemlike flame
Somewhere between the soul and soft machine, is where I find myself again

Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel
Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night
Kyrie eleison, where I’m going will you follow
Kyrie eleison, on a highway in the light

When I was young I thought of growing old, of what my life would mean to me
Would I have followed down my chosen road, or only wished what I could be

Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel
Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night
Kyrie eleison, where I’m going will you follow
Kyrie eleison, on a highway in the light