Sproketer

This documentary proposes that the backlash on disco music was some sort of anti-gay, anti-black movement. Certainly there were some elements within that backlash that felt that way, but that wasn't how I perceived it at the time. It was more a backlash on radio airplay heavily dominated by disco over rock, which caused radio listeners to feel resentment. Also, the Komisky Park riot did not bring down disco, the fans of disco changed their tastes. It happens with every aspect of popular music. Just ask the Monkees. Changing tastes, and changing artists, led to disco's disappearance. However, this was a fascinating examination of the era, and it did bring up my own memories of the 1970s and the rise of disco, and my own feelings of difficulty in accepting the trend. It was highly interesting in that way.

A horrific comedy based on the popular 1960s TV series. This film, if one could call it a film, is not funny. It is painful to watch because it barely makes it to even a semblance of the TV series, and it isn't smart enough to be a campy take-off of the old series. The garish, comic book look of the cinematography is dreadful, and the writing is amateurish. Most of the actors are attempting to pull it off, but in vain, while some are just bad. I can fully understand why some viewers just gave up. Even the music score is woefully weak and unsupporting. Hopefully the Munsters will stay dead and buried until someone with a little more comedic talent can breathe life into this old comedy. Clearly it needs to return to the format of the TV series with the family already situated in a weird house with funny encounters with "normal" people.

I loved this episode. It moved me. The little boy was beautiful. It was all beautiful. It brought big tears to my eyes. I'm still wiping them as I type. In the 1920s and 30s my mom was taken care of by a woman she loved. She was not her mother. She related to me the love she gave to her. I saw the same love in the little boy's face.