Lost on Family Feud — Won at Life

There is a streaming channel that shows nothing but “classic” episodes of The Family Feud. If you so desired, you can enjoy almost fifty years of dumb questions, dumber answers, hosts with personal space issues and regrettable fashions like this man’s magnificent mullet 24 hours a day! Sadly, the episodes are liberally interspersed with pharmaceutical and political ads making the most cringe-inducing moments of the show seem not so bad.

There is a lot of stuff I watch on my Roku that I could never recommend like Family Feud or something like Doris Wishman’s  opus from 1965 The Sex Perils of Paulette pictured above. As they say, “Your mileage may vary.” I watch these old things not so much for entertainment, but as a window on an earlier time. The film is the usual sex romp or dirty picture that Wishman used to crank out for grindhouse theaters which catered to creepy guys usually dressed in raincoats. She operated on slim to nonexistent budgets so she shot on location in real places as opposed to sets. It’s a piece of crap, but the real star is New York City circa 1965. Watch it as a time capsule for a time long gone.