Rizzo Rat

I watched many an episode all alone only to suffer from nightmares and paranoia. We all remember the classic episodes: "Look at it burn, Omar!"(the kid who set fires and video-taped the carnage); and of course The Bunk Beds! And the composite sketches never failed to give me the heebie-jeebies. Oh, Robert Stack, how you will be missed. I found your authoritative monotone comforting but at the same time it never failed to give me the heebie-jeebies. I loved the trenchcoat, and how he would stand with this hands in the pockets, usually on some eerily misty road or perhaps on a foggy dockside. Did I mention the Bunk Beds? Freaked. Me. Out. I'll leave you with the theme music...doo doo doo DOO doo doo DOO, doo doo doo DOO doo doo DOO...

Oh, I get it. The lead character is a cranky, chain-smoking DOCTOR! Now I can officially appreciate the sharp and witty dialog. Oh, and he runs his practice alongside two other characters; one a sassy yet matronly black nurse, and the other a wide-eyed hottie. Oh, and there's more!! He hangs out at a diner with a group of other deeply developed characters. Let the wisecracks fly! What fun! Now THAT'S comedy.

Oh man, was this awful. Was I supposed to just enjoy this as a popcorn movie? It left a bad taste in my mouth. This was recommended to me by the little fellow working in the video shop. I returned it and was granted my money back for the rental. Stay away at all costs! You will thank me for it later.