Wednesday, October 05, 2005
"Lizbeth! I'm comin'!"
Holy shit, I love Sanford & Son. Seriously. Tonight the best episode was on. Aunt Esther gets in a fight with her husband and has to come live at the house. Fred is horrified and, at one memorble point, puts a paper bag over her head when she shows up at the breakfast table with curlers on. Aunt Esther is at least a head taller than him and you almost think she may, at any given moment, kick the shit out of Fred. LaMont, as is his way, is the peacemaker. And, the token nerdy honky cop popped on, to talk in a stilted voice and delight the studio audience with his uptight honky-ness. All in all, a delight.
The pure unadalterated joy I get from this show seems like it should be criminal. Recently at an audition they asked me what my favorite show EVER was and Sanford and Son was what I picked. I just remember watching it with my Dad, cracking up. So what if it's sloppily scripted and the acting is a bit stilted? I loved it as a kid and I love it as an adult. That's not something I can say of some other childhood pastimes, such as drinking an entire liter bottle of Coke and eating 2 or 3 Snickers bars in one sitting without puking, or The Cosby Show.
This one's for you, Redd Foxx.