As a child of the 1960s who was kind of a child futurist in the 1970s, I found this video entertaining:
A few observations:
- I would like to award the Worst Exposition Writing Award to the beginning of this film, due to the fact that the first line uttered is: “What year is it? I forgot!” First off, it’s pretty clear this kid isn’t the sharpest bulb in the drawer, and second, I’m curious to know why mom was compelled to scratch out the answer (1999 A.D., just in case the epoch wasn’t clear) with a stick in the sand instead of just using her words or, even better, hurling her child into the deadly surf.
- The “computers” shown, as was the style of the 1960s, appear to spend most of their processing power on blinking a bunch of unlabeled lights.
- It’s a little unsettling to hear the husband and son barking orders at the mother about what food they want for lunch. The kid gives the mother 120 seconds (which he loudly counts down – – again, it’s time to throw this child directly into the sun) whereas the husband, when told what lunch would be, rolls his eyes and makes a disgusting sound. I assure you, if my wife told me she was making lunch and I acted that way, kindly feel free to search for me in the front yard trying to find my detached scrotum. Perhaps you can help in the hunt.
- As for the food, though, whether or not it takes 120 seconds is beside the point, because the video pledges to us that by 1999 all of the food will just come prepared and frozen, ready to eat after it is microwaved. So basically, it’s like we all live at a Chilli’s restaurant. No thank you.
- Oh, and who in the name of my personal savior Jesus H. Christ designed this keyboard? No wonder the kid is failing school!
