Big fan of Hanna-Barbera here: I especially love the old skool fare featuring ensemble casts such as Josie and the Pussycats; The Herculoids; Scooby-Doo, Where Are You?; The Banana Splits Adventure Hour; and, of course, Super Friends.
Ah, Super Friends. So much to adore in that show...!
One of its more charming highlights includes close-ups of characters staring ahead vacuously (perhaps dreaming of future, higher-budget productions) while poor Wonder Woman usually finds herself cross-eyed. (Note to self: Never visit an optometrist on Paradise Island.) And don’t get me started on why they continually endanger two ditsy teenagers and their dog, or how on earth a blue monkey continually saves the likes of Superman and the Batman.
Like I said, Super Friends is a Kryptonian gold mine of entertainment.
All jesting aside, the show did imprint the importance of teamwork and camaraderie upon me at an impressionable young age, and that’s a good thing. So it’s no wonder that since the inception of my science fiction romance blog, I took notice when certain visitors made repeat appearances, effectively transforming The Galaxy Express into an ersatz Hall of Justice headquarters.
Only this time, the members heeding the call to arms were superheroines of a different sort altogether…. See what I mean after the jump.
[“Created from the cosmic legends of the universe!”]