It was my birthday and I was so excited! It was a Saturday morning and I was cruising through the menu to see what was on TV when I stumbled across “Davey and Goliath” about to come on.
There’s nothing that gets me excited like bad TV. And on my birthday, too!!
And my son was excited, too. Well, at least initially. He’s seen the show, and he enjoys some bad TV, too. Or at least he says he does. But I think a lot of it has to do with just watching me get excited about it.
But then he let loose with his criticism of the show.
“Why do they call it ‘Davey and Goliath’ instead of David and Goliath.”
“Ummmmm, well, I’m not really sure. That’s just his name,” I said hesitantly.
“Well, they shouldn’t have named it that anyway. Goliath is too small.”
“in the story in the bible, Goliath is a lot bigger than David. But on the show, Goliath is smaller than Davey. They should have made Goliath bigger.”
(Hmmmmmm. A show about a giant dog. I might be all in on that one. Of course, it would have to be a giant dog that goes around the neighborhood eating kids or something. Oh wait, I’m way off track here . . . )
You’ve seen this ghastly, horrible show, and this is what you’re complaining about?
This show has plots that are so syrupy that even Brer Rabbit couldn’t have worked his way out of, and you’re worried about the title?
Ok, I get that you’re not too crazy about the title. And, yes, maybe they could have gone in a better, more inspired direction, but there’s so much more to sink your teeth into with this show.
The simplicity of the resolution of each episode is just so darn . . . simple.
And the show features nothing but cardboard characters – literally! Ok, I know that it’s actually claymation or some other otherworldly technology, but back in the 70s, wasn’t clay made out of cardboard anyway?
And the lessons? Wouldn’t you rather make fun of those?
Each episode features a “lesson” that Davey learns from some misguided decision that he makes. And before Davey can act on his boneheaded plan, Goliath offers the familiar foreboding “I don’t know, Davey.”
But most of the lessons are impractical at best. Like, for instance, don’t crawl down a well blindfolded when your parents have warned you that you need to study for a spelling test.
Or how about learning how you shouldn’t explore a house that’s about to be demolished to look for a little girl’s doll, which, in fact, turns out to be a voodoo doll or something.
Yep. This show is rich in material to laugh at. There are so many juicy nuggets to make light of. And yet you, my son, have focused only on the title. I have no idea what you were thinking.
Where have I gone wrong as a parent?
Maybe I could find a good book on parenting. You know, the kind that would show you how to instruct your kids on the fine art of poking fun and truly awful TV. Maybe I’ll get it as a gift this year . . .