Thrifty souls that we are, my husband and I recently dropped our cable subscription, opting instead for free internet TV. With a laptop hooked up to our television and a Playstation 3, plus the likes of Netflix, Hulu, and PlayOn at our fingertips, we’ve been amazed at the variety of things available to watch, from movies and current first-run TV (we’re big “24” fans) to cheesy shows from our childhood like this one:
Gotta love those groovy ’60s graphics.
The Time Tunnel is a real howler, with ridiculously low-budget sets and special effects, plots with more holes than Swiss cheese, and buckets of earnest over-acting. It’s gloriously fun.
Each episode sends Tony and Doug, our two heroes, hurtling to a new destination in time. Somehow, they always manage to land right in the thick of things, whether it’s the Titanic on the night it hits the iceberg, the eruption of Krakatoa, or the Battle of Gettysburg, to name just a few. And somehow, though the scientists back at mission control are unable to retrieve their colleagues, at the end of each show they manage to rescue them just in the nick of time and send them spinning on to new adventures. Lots of somersaults are involved in this process, but despite whatever explosions, altercations, or upheavals they’ve just been engaged in, the pair emerge at each new destination looking remarkably fresh, with hairdos unmussed and dapper outfits (hip avocado green turtleneck for Tony; suit and tie for Doug) unsullied. Impressive.
Spotting the frequent anachronisms is one of our favorite pastimes– for instance, who knew that ancient Jericho used plastic ’60s beads for room dividers?
Last night we watched “Chase Through Time,” a wonderfully goofy episode featuring a young Robert Duvall as a bad guy bent on destroying the tunnel. At one point, our heroes catch up with him a million years in the future, where Duvall chews up the scenery with a silver colander on his head.
TV doesn’t get much better than this.