Original Five-O
Yes, it suffered from the shortcomings mentioned above but it also had a streak of extreme weirdness, mostly due to Jack Lord, who was apparently really really weird. I loved it for cheeseball crap like this:

@sarCCastro: My mom (Catholic) told me her Jewish friend said that Jews own guilt. Catholics just rent it out.

I used to watch that show for Pat whatever as Schneider because he was funny and to lust after Valerie Bertinelli but Bonnie Franklin makes me want to puke. There's just something about her that makes me want to smash her face.

I loved Bob's group sessions with mousey Mr. Peterson, mean Mr. Calin, the lady who just sat there and knitted and occasionally said something weird.

Howard Hughes' favorite flick!

I'm with Robutnick. That poop episode is hilarious.

That background might be fake but that is still a great picture of Leela, um Peg, oh sorry. Katey!

I submit Tura Satana in Faster Pussycat, Kill Kill:

teadoust, change your fucking avatar. You are seriously fucking with my Marilyn love. If the next time I watch The Seven Year Itch I think of your douchey ass when her skirt gets blown up I am going to hunt you down and tear your spleen out.

Hey Thulliver, can I have the rest of that pretentious Vacqueyras?

Now she is super-Jesusy and wrote a "Focus on the Family Book" about how it's cool to beat on your kids.

I did as Nathan Suggested
and really really listened intently to SBYM. Whew! It's really great and then she hits the chorus and the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood up. I haven't had a physical reaction to song like that in a long time. Go, Tammy! You sang the FUCK out of that song.

Thanks for not disappointing us, Teadoust. It wouldn't be an AV Club thread about tits without your shoolmarmish scolding.

IM is correct! I think she is adorable and she tends to bring out the very good in Adam Sandler, who I am not really a fan of. 50 First Dates is pretty damn good - goofy but with a genuine sadness - and The Wedding Singer is lots of fun.

Lionel Ritchie brought the funk in a big way with the Commodores - Machine Gun, Squeeze the Fruit, Brick House, etc. But Hello is absolute embarrassing dogshit and Dancing on the Ceiling is one of the most coldly calculating products masquerading as an actual party song ever recorded. It offends me. Talk about a…

Eva also had a thriving wig business. Not joking.

I actually appreciated the book American Psycho for what Ellis was doing but I still put it down after he attached the car battery to the hookers tits and blew them up. I got it but feeling sickened and depressed over and over was unnecessary.

It's curious and paradoxical. His work really is contemptible shit but it is the best contemptible shit out there. It is the ur-contemptible shit and that makes him kind of fascinating.

A second for Eric Blore and Thelma Ritter and I'll throw out Edward Everett Horton too.

Actually, I would like to clone Cheney and just have a circular centipede where they are all just constantly shitting in each others mouths. That sounds about fair.