Saturday Morning Forget-me-not's
Some years ago I was charged with
excitement to see a 4 episode DVD of “Land of the Lost” tucked
away in the cut out bin. I came upon it in this enormous brick and
mortar box store in Las Vegas was a bevy of all things electronic.
Although at the end of a tech fad I wind up embracing the new gadgets
the offerings at this store were not sufficiently old enough to peak
my interest. No, I went like a bee to honey directly towards the DVD
cut out bins where the misfits of tv, cinema and straight to video
come to die a slow death. Sifting around I found that DVD of “Land
of the Lost” which to me was the highlight of Saturday mornings
“Croft Super Show”. The Will Ferrell's remake was a fools errand
from its conception all the way through post production. Just another
example of Hollywoods creative bankruptcy. The dailies and internet's
social media have been able to adequately pan this dead in the water
stinker so I won't devote anymore vitriol to lambasting it. To those
of you unfamiliar with the show let me illuminate you on it's
greatness; bullet style:
- Single parent family consisting of father, son and daughter set off on a weekend camping trip in a questionable rubber raft.
- The raft is not white water rapids sturdy and the family loses control and plummets off a steep waterfall.
- When they awake on the shore of the valley stream they are confronted with dinosaurs. They have gone back in time or fell into the “Valley that Time Forgot”
- the single family scurries and scrambles for safety eventually holing up in a cave several hundred feet above the ground on the side of a mountain.
- Through their explorations in the this forgotten world of time they encounter a race of missing links. The apemen are evolutionarily somewhere between homo erectus and neanderthal
- the family befriends a young apeman who has become separated from his clan. They adopt him to their nuclear family.
- There exists a race of lizard men who have developed highly civilized society which includes arcane mystical technologies. These Sleestak as they are called are immensely hostile to the family with one exception. These Sleestak provide the erudite moral tensions which drive the story line.
That original 70's show had a
mesmerizing and long lasting effect on me for a number of reasons.
Reason number one without a shred of doubt was the reoccurring
conflicts with the Sleestak. Sleestaks were a race of lizard men who
were apparently highly evolved anthropomorphic beings. They reminded
me of those irradiated humans who worshiped some ancient Surface to
Air missile and lived below the “Forbidden Zone” in the film
“Beneath the Planet of the Apes”. This 2nd “Planet
of the Apes” film from the 5 part series is to me the most ironic
and therefore most engaging of the whole lot. The Sleestak also
seemed to harken back to 802,701 AD where the Morloks from H.G.
Wells' “Time Machine” resided. Check out the 1960 version with
Rod Taylor playing the sensitive macho lead; plus the Morlok costumes
are terrific. Yet, more than that, the Sleestak invoked an
Americanization of Japanese monster movies and tv shows. Those
adorable rubber suits out of the Gojira franchise or the budding
Ultraman empire were translated into an American ideal of
evolutionary mishap. Honing my ability to suspend disbelief willingly
I owe to captivatingly watching “Godzilla”, “Ultraman” and
the “Planet of the Apes” series. But the germ of that ability was
planted while soaking up the side stories about the Sleestak from
“The Land of the Lost”. Despite the heavy handed scripting of the
Sleestak depicting them as the hostile villains I couldn't help
routing for them. In retrospect I see it how similar in sentiment it
was to attending a bullfight and cheering for the bull.
The anticipated excitement of nostalgia
ushered me like a lemming to the cashier to buy this DVD. Not only
was I soon to be able to indulge my ravenous nostalgia for “Land of
the Lost”; I was also about to embark on a 4 part Sleestak fest.
The DVD was all about and everything Sleestak. It was a spartan
lesson in self control but I managed to keep the DVD sealed until I
came back to The Netherlands. This digital Holy Grail was too big;
too important for me not to share. Overcome with the necessity of
disseminating its knowledge onto a new generation much like a
pre-literate nomadic bard recounting the origin myths of the clan; I
sat my daughter of 7 down to watch with me. In a word she was
nonplussed. She didn't get the plot. She was underwhelmed with the
special effects. She just didn't like it; period. In her defense, she
was completely and unequivocally right on all accounts. After
watching 2 episodes at double speed we looked at one another and
decided bilaterally to switch it out for an episode of Sponge Bob. As
a self proclaimed film buff I couldn't look beyond the dismal special
effects or the gigantic gaping plot holes. I began to wonder if
memories, nostalgia and remembrances should remain just the way they
are; in the past.
As a mantra it seems to function
relatively well: things in the past need to stay in the past. Add a
mirror and a moment of daily affirmation and you'll at least feel
like you're on the road to Wellsville. Once the genie is out of the
bottle and you've consciously decided to recall those memories you
can't squish the genie back into the bottle. It's what William
Burroughs called the “Naked Lunch”. The “Naked Lunch” is that
moment dangling in time before you stuff your mouth with the food at
the end of your fork. You gaze in existential despair upon the bite
in all its glory or its ignominious horror. In the case of the
Sleestak DVD or any other object, you can rework your memories by
supplanting them with fresh objective new ones. That methodology
doesn't adapt itself well when your dealing with emotional memories.
The most impish and precocious of emotions is that of love and
attachment and affection. This amalgamation of emotions taunts us
with its web of memory confabulations spilled out all over both
hemispheres of our brains. Those far-reaching memory anchors
construct alternative and contra- histories which fog any objective
recall. For instance, 20 years of fabricating a contra-history about
a the love of your life can't be untangled in a years time once
you've let the genie out of the bottle. I am not disparaging the
creative process of hypothesizing a “what if ?” coping strategy.
Bereavement and dealing with loss is often best suited to a coping
strategy centered around “what if? “ scenarios; as long as it
doesn't morph into a psychological pathology like Multiple
Personality Disorder (now called Dissociative Identity Disorder).
However, breaking the Gordian Knot that binds confabulated emotional
memories of love and attachment and affection is a long process once
you've let the genie out of the bottle.
Repairing my Sleestak nostalgia was
reasonably easy as I look back. I repackaged my love of the series
for what it meant to me then; in a context of time and place.
Overhauling a 20 year old alternative history might take some more
time. Not all but some things are truly better left in the past.
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