Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Occasionally one succumbs to abject nostalgia and revisits a fondly remembered TV series from one’s youth. This is often a disappointment, for the shows that seemed so astonishing then now come off as rather hokey - and in some cases outright stupid- to mature eyes. I’m happy to report this is not the case with Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea. Not that the show isn’t hokey -it has plenty of slipshodiness- but I actually remember it as being kind of dumb. No, the real reason to watch this show 40 years later is for the brief glimpses of that ultra-cool technical marvel The Flying Sub. This elegant, stingray shaped adult frisbee was speedy, seductive transportation, whether plumbing the ocean depths or soaring across the azure skies.
One of the great disappointments of my life is that even today, no version of this stately craft is yet available to the American consumer. Since “Voyage” took place in the far-flung, technically advanced world of 1980, one would certainly have thought that this vehicle would be commercially produced and fairly commonplace by the 21st century. But no, as I scan my typical suburban garage, I see no sleek, curvaceous Flying Sub, only earth-bound, rubber-tired, internal combustion beaters, not all that different from what working stiffs like me were driving when “Voyage” first went on the air. This lack of vision and progress from American industry enrages me. I am tired of waiting. I WANT MY FLYING SUB. Who do I see about that?
The Sublime Thoughts of Bunched Undies