  I felt completely shagged. It'd been a hard days work. My evening was spent going out to dinner and seeing a movie. Ordinarily, dinner + movie = good evening out, but I was so tuckered out that I simply wanted to crash. So, you can understand the predicament I was in when trying to fall asleep. The TV was on.
Sleep timer set. Me in bed. The FOXTEL remote on the floor, three metres away. And on television.... "My Mother The Car". Now, I'd never seen this show before. I was vaguely aware of the concept, but considered it to be such an oddity from yesteryear that I never expected to have to endure the pain that is "My Mother The Car".
Let us just think about the title of the show. "My Mother The Car". What television executive in their right mind would even consider green-lighting a show like that? It's madness. A show with a talking horse. Sure.
Why not? It's a little goofy, but it's a fun concept. A talking car? Sure. Why not? Knight Rider was a pretty cool show, and that car spoke.
And what a car it was. Heck, K.I.T.T. was as close to a ladies man as a car can get. But a talking car that is in fact the reincarnated mother of the star of the show? The Freudian aspects to the concept are more than enough to wierd me out. Dave Crabtree (played by Jerry van Dyke) is not only living his life in a separate bed to his wife, but also one day discovers that his mother has been reincarnated as a 1928 Porter automobile.
And what more, he keeps it a secret from his wife. If that isn't an unhealthy mother-son relationship, I'm not sure what is. Makes me quite concerned about Dave's relationship with his father, and any subsequent actions he may take if his father takes the old car out for a ride. Thankfully the show was cancelled pretty quickly. What troubles me is that the show is still being aired on television. Surely after it's cancellation, someone should have had the good sense to place the film it was shot on into a rocket and fire it at the sun.
Why didn't the UN step in and organize for that to happen? Television should be an enriching experience. Or at least one that allows you to enjoy the snappy banter of five retired women living fulfilling sex-lives in Florida. This whole experience has left me feeling rather dirty. 
