I have seen the future, and it’s a polyester pantsuit.
Specifically, an orange polyester pantsuit. Well, either that or kelly green with orange and yellow trim:
That’s the mom version. The cool silver one with matching hat is reserved for androids, unfortunately.
Yep, you guessed it, folks. We’ve been watching cheesy TV again. This time around — Lost in Space (my husband and I are slowly working our way through the entire Irwin Allen ouevre). Lost in Space is a program that occupies a special little corner of my heart, because it was one of my favorite shows when I was a kid. Would you believe I never knew that those pantsuits had actual colors?! Or that Billy Mumy, who played Will Robinson, was a redhead? That’s because all I ever saw was this:
We didn’t have a color television until I was in college. Pathetic, but true.
The show has not held up well over the years, alas — it’s campy and silly and laughably sexist, with the female characters usually stuck either engaged in domestic chores or fussing over their hairdos — but the one thing that has held up is Jonathan Harris. I’d forgotten how absolutely fabulous he is as the scheming, craven Dr. Zachary Smith.
He steals every scene he’s in. I’ve read that he was largely responsible for writing his own nimble dialogue, and enhancing that of much of the rest of the cast as well. Apparently he used to spend hours dreaming up a seemingly endless list of insults to sling at the hapless robot (my personal favorite: “You bubble-headed booby!”). Maybe he’s the reason that I love alliteration to this day.