Sid and Marty Krofft produced a number of Saturday morning television shows. And how can I say this in a nice way? They produced the most whacked-out, fantastic, mondo-bizarro shows that ever graced an 8:00AM time slot. I couldn’t help but wonder if the intended demographic was high school and college students tripping and wondering if what they were seeing on the tube was real or drug-induced. And I hate to admit it, but I loved those shows. Whether it was a talking flute, hats walking around like people, bugs trying to get their garage band into a decent venue, or a Smith Family Robinson scenario in an alternate universe, it was all silly, wild and fun. I’d hoped a lot of that flavor would go into the production of the Land of the Lost movie. What I got was a jigsaw puzzle of a film whose missing pieces were filled with 3D effects and crass humor. It doesn’t work for me. I’m not sure if I watched the original morning shows again, I’d get the same kick out of them. At least not without medication.
