Ticks

They call me “Panic” ’cause I never do.

Jarv’s Rating: 3 Changs out of 4

Once again, to take a small break from the never-ending lists, I’ve decided to review a schlock film.

Ticks was part of the recent superb schlock bonanza that I’ve been on. Honestly, I haven’t seen a bad one in the last 6- they’ve all been varying degrees of awesome. This is a film I remember seeing in the mid 90’s- I certainly remember seeing that superb poster all over the place, but before I sat down to watch it, I was damned if I could recall a single piece of information from it, aside from the fact that it’s about giant insects eating people.

Oh, how wrong I was. Curse my useless Ecstasy ruined brain- how could I forget how simply awesome this film is? It has almost everything that I require from these films- violence, ridiculousness, shoddy acting, excellent dialogue, laughs aplenty and a good bit of tension as well. If they’d managed to find a way to work in some gratuitous nudity and a midget then this could possibly have been the greatest schlock film ever made.

That’s a bit hyperbolic, given that it is still a low-budget creature feature, but it is really, really top drawer.

The film opens with veteran character actor Clint Howard working away tending his cannabis plants and listening to the radio. What poor old Cliff doesn’t know is that just behind him there are several oozing pustulous eggs preparing to hatch. Inevitably, they do and infect him, which leads to much hilarious Stooges inspired clowning about before he eventually steps in a bear trap and fucks himself up good and proper.

We then cut to an inner city underpass where Seth Green is being sent to adventure camp with a group of troubled teens- it turns out that his dad left him in the wilderness and now he suffers panic attacks. In the parental tradition of “throw the cunt in the water and see if he learns to swim” his father has decided that the best way for him to conquer his fears is to send him off with a quack therapist and a group of fuck-ups to the arse end of nowhere. Said fuck-ups include: a spoilt brat and her steroid addled boyfriend, a rape victim, the douche doctor’s daughter and, hilariously, Carlton from The Fresh Prince of Bel Air dressed in MC Hammer’s hand me downs as the world’s least convincing Compton gangsta. He even loves his dog.

Camp turns out to be a complete shithole, the ticks break loose, and kill Carlton’s dog. Intrepid Dr. Douchebag and Seth decide that the thing to do with the dog is to take it for an autopsy- in reality, they needed to find someone to explain the cod science that underpins the monster ticks- which she does, brilliantly. Carlton chucks a wobbly and legs it into the countryside- while everyone else is completely unconcerned about the potential catastrophe heading their way.

It turns out that a pair of comedy criminals called “Sir” and “Jerry” (it must have taken all of 15 seconds to think those up) have been using some sort of super steroid on the marijuana to increase crop yield. Those dastardly swine. This has in turn infected the ticks who are now on the rampage.

Anyhow, to cut a long story short, everyone gets holed up in the house while the ticks run rampant, before they detonate the place get back to civilisation having killed all of the evil insects, or (in true B-movie style) have they……

The thing about this film, is that it’s highly competent. I don’t have a clue what the budget was, but I’ll take a large bet that it wasn’t high. Having said that, the direction is tight, the script is hilarious, the acting is as to be expected and the special effects (with one exception that I’ll come to in a minute) are better than average- with no CGI whatsoever. It lacks a bit of polish, but I find the roughness of it appealing. It’s enjoyable and unpretentious in the most amusing way.

However, what stops it being a 4 Chang movie (and I did consider it) is that it’s just so preposterous. I don’t normally mind this, suspending disbelief in these movies is to be expected. Except you aren’t suspending disbelief, rather this disbelief is London Underground suspended (permanently cancelled).

Let me put it this way: they establish that the ticks are basically unkillable. No problems with that. They then realise that they’ve painted their characters into a corner, and they now have literally no chance of survival: they’re fucked. Nevertheless, everyone knows that you kill ticks with fire. Again, I’m fine with this- this is a perfectly satisfactory horror movie weapon. However, where they screw the pooch is that you’ve only got to go near to the ticks with a flaming torch and they explode like water balloons on a fat kid’s head. Not only is this against the film’s own internal rules, but it looks fucking silly on camera.

Secondly, for some reason, Carlton decides to rob the steroid freak’s steroids. He’s wandering around in the wood in a bit of pain from a tick bite, so decides to take the steroids. What? Why?

I can live with this as well- I’d buy it a bit more if it was speed, but it isn’t exactly life threatening. Steroid addled Carlton runs into Jerry and Sir who shoot him and leave him for dead. He isn’t quite though- he manages to drag his shattered carcass back to the homestead. Where it’s revealed, (for some inexplicable reason) that the tick that’s inside him becomes juiced up on the steroids and grows internally before shedding him like a used Carlton condom and revealing giant SUPER TICK to the prisoners. I suspect that they did this so that there would be a sizable big bad monster at the end, but this is my real problem with the film- it dilutes the effectiveness.

I’m not nit-picking (no pun intended) with this, up to this point there had been hundreds of little ticks running riot around the camp, and god damn it if even looking at them didn’t make me itch. They scurried all over the place and picked their victims at will- they were, in short, a brilliant horror movie monster.

However, giant SUPER TICK isn’t. For a start, it looks shit, and if that wasn’t enough it’s a useless lumbering twat that can barely move. It stops being effective, and starts being, well, even more daft.

A real shame, because it was a superb little movie before this point. I suspect that they did it so they could up the gore by having the tick unpeel dead Carlton. A huge mistake.

Nevertheless- these are only really minor quibbles, and in this case forewarned is forearmed. As I’d forgotten about both problems with the film, they slightly took the shine off it for me. However, now that I know about them, I suspect that next time I watch it, I’ll giggle from start to finish.

There’s certainly plenty to giggle at here.

Overall, would I recommend it? Unquestionably yes. It’s a stonking little film, marred only slightly by overambition. Even if you’re not scared of insects (and I’m not), it manages to be sufficiently scary for long periods, and completely entertaining in others. It’s a film to watch with a loud and noisy group of mates, a shit load of beer and a sense of irony.

Superb.

Neil Young sings Fresh Prince of Bel Air!

Well looky here, Neil Young sings Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme song? NOT! Take a look at the video and find out who does! Video after the jump!

Click HERE to the video!

Perhaps it’s the hat and jacket, or perhaps it’s the way he holds his guitar with his right elbow resting on the body, while his left leg is bent sticking out sideways; Jimmy Fallon perfects imitating Neil Young’s distinctive lankiness from the early 1970s. As he strums the basic chords a “Heart of Gold”-style harmonica solo plays. Suddenly this imposter Young starts sweetly singing “a story all about how, his life got flip-turned upside down” and tells how he became the Prince of Bel-Air. In stark contrast to the carefree and fast talking way Will Smith rapped, Fallon hits the right tone by perfectly portraying Neil Young’s typical melancholic vocals–but without it being overbearing.

Jimmy Fallon never really came off as a character actor who could get the job done back in the days when SNL still had decent skits. Instead, he always appeared the same with his nervous, annoying-looking motions and his laughing at every joke in every skit. Perhaps having his own talk-show suits him better, so that most of the time he doesn’t have be a character. That is unless he’s got the right costume on to hide behind; which is one of many reasons why his impersonation of classic rock legend Neil Young performing Will Smith’s “Prince of Bel-Air” is so brilliant.

Both Neil Young and Jimmy Fallon have got the street cred to walk on my street on the Upper East Side of Manhattan any day now!

–Charlie Weeks

The running theme in the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air was Will Smith acting like a knob and upsetting his relatives ‘The Banks’. Now it seemed obvious to me but if I were Uncle Phil, who was a judge, then I would have used my connections to get Will sent to some kind of correctional facility or youth prison and find out the  real meaning of ‘REPSECT’ the hard way. Just imagine some of the hilarious episodes where Will would have to tried to chat up the female prison guard only to find out it was a male transgendered inmate all along. I don’t care if it’s 1990’s or 2010 – whatever the decade, that would really have been ‘FRESH!’

Still – everybody knew the words to the theme tune.  Listen to the original below or watch the video here.
The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air:

I never thought I’d say this, but I am getting pretty well sick of these Playboy posts.

But a commitment is a commitment. I told myself I’d do all the Miss Novembers this November, and I am damned well going to. The fact that I’ve found my energy is flagging is all part of the experiment, and I need to see it as a challenge to my creativity to keep it poppin’ fresh for myself as I finish the month. I have only a few days left and something like ten or eleven more ladies to do, so let’s blow this up. Lovely and talented Ms. Lorraine Olivia, Playboy’s Miss November 1990, won’t you please take it away for us?

You may guess what her day job was (flight attendant), but her hobby is sports. Besides being an avid athlete herself, she passionately avowed her love for the teams in Chicago, her home base.

In fact, in her Playmate interview, Ms. Olivia says that she used to ditch her high school jobs so frequently to go down to Wrigley to catch a Cubs game that she had to try and keep track of which excuses she had already used.

She started rooting for them during their big 1984 season; they were the cause of frequent no-shows at the car dealership and the pharmacy where she held jobs: “I always had to ask myself, Did I use that excuse last week?” (Note to future employers: Lorraine’s favorite excuse was that she had to “check out colleges.”) (“High Flier,” Playboy, November 1990.)

I can get behind that: quit your job and go on tour! Though I generally used to say this only in reference to what any musician with a day job ought to do, I have recently begun to apply it across the board in the general spirit of “follow your dreams.” As my brother-in-law says that my husband taught him, “Don’t follow the money and look for the love: do what you love and the money will follow.” This is interesting to me because, presently, my husband has not returned to finish his Bachelor’s of Fine Arts in painting despite our separation meaning that he has more free time, money, and less obligation than during our marriage and that there is therefore literally no time like the present to pursue his dreams — instead, he still works for the heartless banking corporation he got a job with after we got married and he deferred enrollment at his art school. I’m not sure why. I do not ask him difficult things until I think he is ready to talk about it.

In addition to modeling and appearing in Playboy videos (notably their “Women of Color” collections — oh, that PC prince of porn, Hugh Hefner; lord love him!), she has had one other acting part. She appeared in an episode of Fresh PRince of Bel-Air as “Playmate.” She clearly has a stunning range, and I hope you consider her for your next big part. Speaking of flicks:

FAVORITE IN-FLIGHT MOVIE:
Fabulous Baker Boys.

WHAT THEY DON’T TEACH YOU IN STEWARDESS SCHOOL:
How to deal with five unaccompanied children who like to play with the call button.

CUTEST CHICAGO CUB:
Mike Bielecki.

Really, Bielecki? Was he super-cute back then? Hmm, let’s find an old card and take a little look-see, shall we?

Yes. Bielecki cuteness affirmative. I approve. Love me some cornfed baseball-boy hotness. Speaking of which, Ms. Olivia, if you are ever giving yourself the ol’ googly-moogly and run across my blog, please give me a holler in re: current Cubby Mike Fontenot, because, just personally? I believe him to be the beginning and end of all tiny but mighty strawberry-towheaded heat and possibly an alternate source of energy whose adorableness could power the nation’s ballpark lights well in to the 2020s. Your thoughts?

Please, Mike Fontenot, don’t hurt ‘em. They call him Little Big Man. He is the BOMB!

And your man Ryan Thierot is nothing to sneeze at, either! On the other hand, you may keep Alfonso Soriano, and may you have better luck with him than my team did. He still holds the Yankee record for most strikeouts in a season evah (157) — a dubious honor if I ever heard one.

Wednesday is Friday this week, so Jacobpedia will likely be quiet for the next few days.  If I run across anything particularly compelling, I might have a post up over the weekend, but the regular, erratic posting schedule will resume on Monday.  Until then, there’s plenty to read about below:

• The Street News Service has an exclusive interview with Bob Dylan about his Christmas album.  At one point, Dylan explains, “These songs are part of my life, just like folk songs.”  I have been surprised that some critics are so bewildered by Dylan’s choice to record a Christmas album.  Anyone who has paid attention over the past fifteen years or so already understood his motivation.  It’s good to hear it from the man himself.  And, once again, do yourself a favor and watch this video.
• Violence broke out in Madrid on the weekend Spanish fascists commemorate the death of Francisco Franco.  The article also reveals the Spanish government’s continued efforts to shape memory of the Spanish Civil War as it banned the annual vigil held at Franco’s grave on the anniversary of his death.
• Johnny Cash is the subject of a new graphic novel biography, Johnny Cash: I See a Darkness.
• John Jurgensen assesses Tom Petty’s place in the pantheon of rock ‘n’ roll.  Despite all of his success, Petty has always seemed to be on the rung below legends like Dylan and Springsteen.  Jurgensen’s article explains why.
• The Edge of the American West offers an explanation for why James McPherson finally said something negative about a fellow historian in his review of John Keegan’s The American Civil War: A Military History.
• The new issue of The Believer includes forensic artist Barbara Anderson’s renderings of eight criminals from literature.  The Boston Globe posted images of Anderson’s drawings of Fyodor Dostoevsky’s Raskolnikov and Cormac McCarthy’s Judge Holden.  For the rest, you’ll have to go to your favorite bookstore.
• In response to the nominees for the Bad Sex in Fiction Award, Mark Athitakis presents his own awards for bad writing.
• And, who hasn’t wanted “Neil Young” to cover the theme song to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air?

First off..back to blogging. Now that Lauren and I have a new apartment and I am no longer dying of bubonic plague that should be easier.

In the late night comedy world, Jay Leno and Jimmy Fallon typically battle each other for the lowest common denominator. Leno is painfully unfunny, and Fallon is a giant mess who is too busy laughing at his own jokes to put together a set. Well, for the first time, at least Fallon has done something funny.

Here is him as Neil Young covering one of the classics of the 90’s:

(Thanks to @justinfinnegan)

Some rapid-fire links to keep you entertained and informed on a Tuesday.

Doug Glanville offers up his usual keen insight as he gives readers an inside look at what the MLB free agency process looks like from a player’s eyes.

The latest on the War On Drugs? The younger generation is much more open to legalization (of marijuana, at least), and we may yet get there in the foreseeable future.

Jimmy Fallon has gotten a lot of grief for his late-night talk show. I haven’t watched, and am not a particularly big Fallon fan. But one thing he does well is comedy through guitar, in the vein of Adam Sandler. Fallon’s rendition of Neil Young singing the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme is pretty tremendous.

I lol’d, repeatedly.

I have it on good authority that the great DJ Gallo wrote this literary masterpiece partially with me in mind. Because I’m a pathetic sucker for nostalgia. Also, if Sports Pickle has the power to grant wishes, please make this happen.

Finally: The Muppets sing Bohemian Rhapsody. That’s all you need to know.

E se o tema de ‘Fresh Prince of Bel Air’, eternizado na voz de Will Smith, fosse cantada por Neil Young?

Em participação recente no ‘Late Night With Jimmy Fallon’, o cantor mostrou como seria sua versão da série, famosa no Brasil por ter sido exibida no SBT como ‘Um Maluco no Pedaço’.

I’m not going to lie, you guys. I am REALLY excited about today’s list.

I love the “You’re NOT my father!” moment of pretty much anything. One of our most gloriously over-used cliches in both TV and film, it’s pretty self-explanatory. A well-meaning authority figure tries to instill a little wisdom or caring and the uncaring brat responds with that most below-the-belt of blows- “You are not my biological parent.” It’s best when used in a sitcom so there’s a proper storm-out or run up the stairs (A Full House specialty, the run up the stairs) and the studio audience can go, “Ooooooooooh.” I highly encourage you to say, “Oooooh” at the end of each entry, it really does make a world of difference.

5. Shawn Hunter to Mr. Turner in “Cult Fiction” on Boy Meets World (1997)

Ah yes, the classic “Cult Fiction” episode. Occasionally, a series will whip out the old “main character joins a cult” situation (Kelly on 90210, Tori Spelling and that religion that’s supposed to be Scientology on So Notorious, Veronica Mars tries to live on that farm in that one episode) and who doesn’t love TV’s squishy take on what a cult is really like (namely, there is so much hugging involved that this can’t be kosher). When it comes to Boy Meets World, poor (ha ha ha, SHAWN’S POOR!) Shawn Hunter has been having a hard time of it lately- his trailer trash lifestyle has become even more trailer-tastic after his dad takes off after his wayward mom and leaves Shawn in the care of first the Matthews (who clearly don’t know what to do with someone who wears so much flannel and doesn’t appreciate clean cut wisecracks from a little sis) and then oh-so-cool teacher Mr. Turner, not at all sketchy for a single man with a Jheri-curl to take in a teenage boy. When Shawn takes up with the Huggers, Mr. Turner steps in and obviously Shawn’s not going to listen to someone who is NOT HIS FATHER. Don’t you ever watch television, Mr. Turner? God.

4. Jessie Spano to her New Stepmom in “Palm Springs Weekend I & II” on Saved By the Bell (1991)

Some woman at the hotel where the SBTB Palm Springs episode was filmed. I love the internet.

This is the Saved By the Bell episode where you muttered to yourself, “I think there’s something wrong with Jessie Spano.” She REALLY hates her new stepmom to-be. Like, tries to drown her in the Palm Springs pool hates-her (not ok, Mama). Although, if I were forced to wear that heinous bridesmaid dress, I might also consider making snide remarks about my dad’s fiance’s youth and inappropriate hotness to everyone too. I mean, she’s a aerobics instructor for God’s sake. I think we all know why this wedding is taking place.

But don’t worry. Zack Morris, next door neighbor, best friend, always there with a snappy blazer, is there for some friendly advice. Namely, suck it up and get back to the wedding, in the name of all that is holy so we can end this episode and move on to California Dreams where I think Jake and Tiffani are about to hook up in the gang’s garage thisisthebestSaturdaymorningever!

3.Tracy Morgan to Everyone Who Tries to Tell Him What To Do in “Rosemary’s Baby” on 30 Rock (2007)

You have no idea how much I wish there was a clip of this scene. Basically, Tracy has an issue- whenever an authority figure (Jack, in this case) tells him not to do something, he has to do it. Even dog-fighting, the most repulsive thing a person could do (which Grizz and Dot-Com hilariously try to circumvent by recruiting poodles). When Jack tries to talk some sense into Tracy, he retorts, “You’re not my dad!” And prompts a series of flashbacks when Tracy was a little boy, played by Elijah Cook who is SPOT-ON with an attitudinal delivery that just kills me every time. It goes something like this:

“Tracy, don’t play with matches!”

“You’re not my dad!”

“Tracy, don’t stare directly at the sun! It’ll make you crazy!”

“You’re not my dad!”

And my favorite- little Tracy’s dressed for church in a red dress and matching hat. “Tracy! You’re not going out dressed like that!”

“You’re not my dad!”

AAAAAND scene. Seriously, Hulu, I can’t believe you want to charge me and yet you don’t even have that clip. Pathetic.

2. Buffy Summers to Ted (John Ritter) in “Ted” on Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997)

In one of Buffy’s greatest episodes ever, John Ritter plays Ted, new boyfriend to Buffy’s mother, poor suffering Joyce. Everything seems dandy except Buffy thinks he’s a giant creep. Nobody else does though, since Ted’s making these cookies with dreamy tranquilizers in them, that make everyone just love the guy. We see flashes of the real Ted though, when he tries to smack Buffy around and it’s all the more creepy and awful because nobody sees it or is really on her side. So when she has enough and roundhouse kicks him down the stairs, it’s a short-lived rush of satisfaction. See, Buffy actually kills Ted and the ramifications of her killing a person, not a demon or a vampire, are pretty heady. (Not to mention the most dramatic “You’re not my father!” overreaction ever).

Luckily for all of us, he’s actually a sociopathic robot who comes back to life to try and recruit Joyce into living with him in his creepy basement of love. Which means we get to see Buffy’s fears validated. And she gets to kill him again, always a bonus.

1. Will Smith to Uncle Phil in “Papa’s Got a Brand New Excuse” on The Fresh Prince of Bel Air (1994)

This picture is unrelated. It just makes me laugh.

Welcome to the part of the program where I tear up uncontrollably. I’ve mentioned previously my inability to watch this episode of what has to be one of the most ridiculous sitcoms of all time without getting choked up and making excuses like, “I’m sorry, there’s a ceiling tile in the bathroom that needs my attention” so that my friends don’t mock me when Will blows up at Uncle Phil for not exactly being psyched that his deadbeat dad Lou (Ben Vereen NO!) has shown up to make yet more false promises. And then when Lou makes an excuse about bailing on him AGAIN and Will breaks down I just, I can’t- I’m sorry, there’s a ceiling tile in the bathroom that needs my attention right now. (PS originally my choice for this week’s topic was “Very Special Episodes on Sitcoms That Actually Really Did Make Me Cry Don’t Judge Me” so you see we’re killing two birds here.)

Its a problem that these are not in my closet RIGHTNOW//

i seriously want these,, whose gonna get them for me??

and speaking of fresh prince…. who dosnt miss THIS GUY????

 I do I do I Do ooooo..!!!

Dang and i remember kenan and kel now.. this is my blog i do w.e i want so….

hehehehe SMILE

Im havin a nervous thing btw. my boyfiend is meeting my family tonight…

okay my BF wears skinny jeans, my dad HATES skinny jeans.. on dudes. im really nerous hahaha

i also want a north face

 SEXY!

ok im done

Well this is for all those unfamiliar with Ableton Live. I’ve been an avid user for the past four years (sadly I’m still running version 6). For the people who are hesitant about producing with Ableton, or uninspired from the lack of hip-hop producers using it, here’s a video for you.  The one and only DJ Jazzy Jeff talking about using Ableton:

Guess the bigwigs at a lot of companies are just too concerned with technical specs, and not workflow.  There ya have it. POW!

Peace.

-Sha’ul

Lamebook is a compendium of lame (anonymized) stuff from Facebook. I like the poetically epic nature of the following exchange about a little balloon boy named Falcon Heene, whose parents (somewhat recognizable from their appearances on a reality show called Wife Swap) seem to have asked him to hide in the attic while they alarmed the nation with tales that he’d drifted away in a giant hot air balloon, a balloon they’d made by hand because they’re storm chasers who believe in the end times.

Sheesh. Some people will do anything for a little attention. Hey Heene family, your dignity called. Oh wait you don’t have any. Let me give you guys a little advice. The best way to get attention is to write about your recent weight gain or post uggers photos of yourself without any makeup or tell jumbled stories about being peed on and then put it on the internet using your real name. Duh.

Hey crap, I just drooled on my jacket. I should take a picture of that and tweet about it a few times. Sorry, what was I saying? Oh yeah, Lamebook. Here:

(From Lamebook)

Click the image to read it a little bigger.
And click here to read more Lamebook.
Thanks to Van Dine for the tip.

SomethingAwful via Facebook

Welcome, once again, to our weekly installment of fun finds on the internet.

This week, as every week, we serve up our links with a side of cheesecake.  Today’s selection is Nadine Velazquez who played everyone’s favorite exotic bouncer, Catalina, on My Name is Earl.  With this we bid a fond fairwell to Catalina, Earl and the rest of the denizens of Camden County.  Earl was just one of the victim’s of the Jay Leno experiment on NBC.  I’m still hoping karma nails Leno and Carson Daly is given that time slot.

Now, on to the links.

• It tastes like burning.
• Best.  Contest.  Ever.
• Speaking of cartoon characters.
• Lost and Zombies.
• Meet the best sports writer in America, according to John.
• And speaking of sportswriters, Malcom Gladwell (who is always necessary reading) on brain injuries in football.
• Jack Black promotes Brutal Legend as his character, Eddy Riggs.
• It’s been a TiVo bloodbath as of late. Here’s the only show currently on TV that
  John cannot miss.
• As seen on The Ocho.
• A fine TV blog at 411 mania.
• New Jack makes a visit to NWA Anarchy.
• The Balloon Boy saga recapped on Facebook, Fresh-Prince-Of-Bel-Air-style.
• I bet lists like this one is on here.
• He must have cleared out his couch cushions.
• Question 1 - Why are you famous?
• Has The Office lost a step?
• \m/
• In honor of this weekend's Allman Brothers concert.
• Pwned.
• Man up!
• Oh those wacky Japanese game shows.
• And finally, the Lizard King can STILL do anything.

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What was that? Mustard Pimp’s done a remix of Fresh Prince of Bel Air…

OH NO THEY DI’INT!

OH YES THEY DID!

I’d love to see Carlton getting his groove on to this…

Fresh Prince of Bel Air - Will Smith (Mustard Pimp remix)

Kara Simsek

Dedicated to anybody who randomly breaks out favorite moves.

There’s a reason sitcoms have survived the last 60 years; And there’s also a reason Nick At Night and TV Land show reruns of the great sitcoms America has seen:

Sitcoms are universal. They create real-life scenarios. They don’t skim over the important scenes, but they highlight all the funny scenes. I Love Lucy was used as an escape from war and troubles. During the Korean War, laughing was acceptable when a sitcom was on.

I’ve found clips from five great sitcoms (in my opinion) to share with you. Dance was on my mind at the time, thus they are all dance clips. They brightened my day and I hope they do the same for you! Enjoy!

Everybody Loves Raymond:

Seinfeld:

How I Met Your Mother:

Fresh Prince of Bel-Air:

Boy Meets World: