In the early- to mid- nineties, a group of young
men, frustrated with the lack of absurdist comedy, swear words,
and partial nudity on public television, decided to run amok. A
night of wilding that lasted a decade. Some say more...
The result was 'POO-DOO Productions'. Four 1-hour
shows were produced and broadcast in numerous New England cities.
At the time, it was the most watched, most talked-about show on
public access in the tri-city area. Pirated tapes were traded for
food, games, or sexual favor. Reps from city hall were called in
to view the polarizing videos and decide for themselves what should
be done. Call-in talk shows were hastily put together so that the
general public could voice their uncertain opinions to the producers
with dubious aplomb. Many were forced to put their 2 and 3 year
old children to bed BEFORE 10pm (when the show was broadcast). Society
lay on the brink of ruin.
Then...they were gone.
A fleeting blip on the pulse of Suburbia. A hiccup.
A glitch. A bad dream that every once in a while, when no one is
around, when the lights are dim and the kids are asleep and the
cat's in the cradle with the silver spoons (starring the cherubic
Ricky Schroeder)...we force ourselves to recall the chaotic imagery
and noises. The audio/visual assault on decency, common sense, and
covered rear ends.
Some of us even enjoy remembering it.