Somehow, a vague, momentary curiosity led to watching a complete episode of Charlie's Angels that was so perversely bad it forced a new, lower reappraisal of just how bad 70s television was, and the baldness of its attempts to buoy itself with mere titillation.
The subtext of this thing was hilarious: it took place in a toy company where the 'designer' was the first character introduced. Few minutes after meeting Kate Jackson. laughably dressed up to look Asian, he launches into a sad story about how the company's owner refuses to make his visionary new tools, that include a guillotine and then a game where kids drive cars around and get points for mowing down pedestrians. As if the sundae was not rich enough, Kate Jackson chimes in to ask him if his ideas are 'good for the children.' Predictably, in the first group scene he is proclaimed a whack job. Of course, in reality, he was a visionary, since that's exactly what has happened with toys. What's funnier, though, is that the scene is really a gross opportunist of the past confronting that of the future, cloaked in the still omnipresent teflon garb: 'for the children.'
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