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July 20, 2006

The White Trash Girl In Me

I was aimlessly channel searching tonight, looking for something to put on in the background that would be entertaining but not too entertaining. I've gotten in the habit of doing a couple hours of Big Idea work before going to bed--wrapping up emails, setting up meetings, researching biz development stuff. Nothing too terribly important, and perfect for a work/television combo.

Anyway, what should I find on ABC Family but Dukes of Hazzard, one of my favorite childhood shows. Unlike the crappy 2005 remake with Jessica Simpson, the original series taught us important lessons:

-- sexual tension between cousins is okay, as long as one is wearing absurdly skimpy shorts
-- refusing to pay your taxes is a legitimate way to stick it to the man, as long as the man is a portly gentleman dressed in all white
-- when a loved one is thrown in the county clink, you can always get him released by a) breaking him out in the culmination of a kooky plot or b) negotiating a deal with the aforementioned portly gentleman in exchange for bringing in more dangerous/offensive criminals
-- driving your car at high speeds into a pile of dirt will--contrary to the laws of physics--actually result in a fabulous fly-through-the-air-in-slow-motion montage
-- real men shun the use of guns in favor of a bow-and-arrow set, which they prefer to use perched out the window of their car while their sexy cousin slides over to take the wheel

The particular episode I caught had all the critical elements of a Dukes of Hazzard classic. Uncle Jesse had been wrongfully (in the eyes of "country law") imprisoned in the jail. A group of sexy women (including a very diverse African American woman sporting an afro) were running rampant in town. Bo and Luke made a deal with Boss Hogg and Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane to bring in the wild women (who like to take bucket showers in the woods) in exchange for all charges (which I didn't catch, coming into the show 20 minutes late), releasing Uncle Jesse, and giving Daisy (who, for some reason, was dressed like a saloon prostitute) the reward money associated with the girl gang's capture. Of course, during the final chase scene, Bo (who was previously captured by the women when caught watching them shower) is tied to the roll bar of their jeep and has to make a dramatic escape by jumping from the car mere seconds before it plunges over a cliff (you know all those cliffs in Hazzard County?) and explodes in a ball of flames.

Good times.

Comments

Posted by: Mr. Bad Apologies at July 20, 2006 09:10 AM

Posted by: Mr. Bad Apologies at July 20, 2006 06:02 PM