Okay, maybe “most importantly” is a slight exaggeration, but what kids today don’t realize is how good they’ve got it in this era of the Cartoon Network, Nickelodeon and the countless other cable channels geared exclusively to them. Back when Fat Albert first Hey Hey Hey’d on TV, there were only a fistful of networks creating new programming, and only one block of time in the entire week was specifically geared towards kids: Saturday mornings.
It’s impossible to overstate the sociological import of the golden age of Saturday morning TV. From the 1960s through the 1980s, Saturday morning was the one time when kids ruled the tube. The major networks, CBS, NBC and ABC made almost as big a deal about their Saturday morning fall lineup as they did prime time. Centerspread ads for the new shows were placed in comic books, half hour preview specials (one hosted by Darth Vader) aired on the Friday night before the first new Saturday morning of the fall. It was a big deal.
While one’s subjective experience colors opinion, we’ll go out on a limb and claim the mid sixties through the seventies as the golden age of Saturday morning. In the ‘50s, the few kiddie shows were mostly safe, saccharine fare like “Howdy Doody
But in those years in between, Saturday morning flourished with a delicious sugary mixture of comedy and violence. “George of the Jungle
Cartoon crimefighters the Herculoids
Live action kidvid on Saturday mornings ran the spectrum from bland to bizarre. Soft comedy-variety programs like “The Hudson Brothers Razzle Dazzle Comedy Show
Even the educational stuff was entertaining... anyone who grew up in the ‘70s can recite the preamble to the Constitution, but only if they’re allowed to sing it, as learned from the legendary “Schoolhouse Rock
There was a subtle maturation that occurred for many during this period as well. One Saturday morning, all those curious pop culture references, caricatures of Hitler and Teddy Roosevelt and usage of really old songs on “the Bugs Bunny / Road Runner Show
But it wasn’t just the programming that made Saturday mornings such an indelible part of youth. Everything was different in those early hours of the weekend. We got up before our parents and fed ourselves, usually bowls of brightly dyed cereal that (back then) had the word “Sugar” in the name. We’d have to sometimes battle with siblings over what shows we’d watch and drool at the commercials for toys and games that would never pass consumer safety organizations (or the department of Homeland Security) today.
“Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids
If kids felt kinda bummed by being lectured to by Bill Cosby, that feeling was only exacerbated by what was to come next. “Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids” was always the last cartoon of the morning, with just one more bit of kidvid remaining that day.
“The CBS Children’s Film Festival,” was an hour long anthology show that showed usually depressing foreign films about Swedish boys losing their balloons. Hosted by ‘50s holdovers Kukla, Fran and Ollie (two hand puppets, one actress / singer / teacher), the show almost seemed designed to make you want to turn off the TV and get some fresh air.
Which is usually what happened. There were no video games to play, no cable channels to pick up the slack, unless you wanted to watch old movies or shows about fishing. It was time to go outside and play, to meet up with your friends and start getting dirty before dinner. It was a good time.
The impact of that golden age of Saturday morning cartoons is evident in much entertainment created for (at least somewhat) older audiences. We’ve been subjected to big budget, live action films of “Scooby Doo
While the networks do still program to youngsters on Saturday mornings, it’s not the same. Pre-teen sitcoms like “That’s So Raven” and “Strange Days at Blake Holsey High” and advertising that emphasizes being cool over having fun are indicative of a world in which kids aren’t kids past the age of eight or nine. Not to sound like grumpy old Uncle Rewind, but it makes us kinda sad. We wonder if Fat Albert, Mushmouth, Dumb Donald and the rest of the gang will be able to adjust. If not, at least they’ll probably have company. It’s only a matter of time before more filmmakers, animators and cartoonists who rotted teeth and frazzled brains in front of the tube every Saturday morning resurrect one of Fat Albert’s peers. But will Bob Denver agree to cameo in “Far Out Space Nuts: the Motion Picture?”
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ORIGINALLY POSTED in REWIND on MTV.COM, December 2004
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