Over the holiday weekend, Bridgette and I relaxed and watched a couple episodes of The Love Boat on DVD, courtesy of Netflix, the internet, the United States Postal Service, and money.
It’s a good show, I guess, if you enjoy total crap.
After reflecting on a few 1977 episodes of the show, I was bothered by a great number of the show’s themes…
Did Isaac Washington, the affable bartender, have Downs Syndrome? It sure seemed like he did. Either that, or he was hoping to smile away America’s history of racism.
Adam Bricker, the ship’s leathery medical doctor, seemed to spend his days passing out pills to near-total strangers and carousing with women half his age. Nice gig if you can get it, I suppose.
Captain Stubing, with his blue-blooded Northeastern accent and hifalutin charms, was like if Franklin D. Roosevelt were physically robust, yet completely innocuous. He regularly wandered into scenes, made a droll comment or two, and smiled unnaturally before trolling away. Didn’t this guy have a job to do?
Furthermore, he dressed like he had just strolled in from a leisurely game of badminton, blithely unaware that his pansy white shorts utterly undermined his authority as ship’s captain.
On the plus side, however, the show’s laugh track is totally convincing.