Much as Zeus, All-Father of Olympus did when he visited the homes of pretty little mortal maidens, these “films” are the result of directors who have strayed from their expected station and… lowered their standards, shall we say?
Let’s face it, most of these movies are reflective of the meager resources allotted the director and crew. And it shows – in spades.
Duel, a 1971 tale of a humble businessman and a crazed truck driver with MAJOR road rage, was a huge hit. Of course, it was written By Richard Matheson, directed by Steven Spielberg – yes, that Steven Spielberg – and starred a then-popular actor, Dennis Weaver, so that certainly helped.
Just a little.
You don’t see too many directors of Spielberg’s calibre directing television movies, so Duel is a major aberration from the norm, such as The Dukes of Hazzard: The Beginning.
I’m sure that was a real winner in every way.
At this time of the year we have the most dreadful made-for-tv movies of all to look forward to: Christmas specials. Every washed-up or forgotten actor still breathing seems to gravitate to these ridciculous pieces of TV cinema.
These movies also make me want to kill myself with a cheese grater.
The most notable exception – from a fanboy standpoint – is the The Star Wars Holiday Special. Produced in 1978 with only limited involvement from Lucas, it has been referred to as a “’70s train wreck, combining the worst of Star Wars with the utter worst of variety television.”
Unfortunately, most TV movies are a virus with no cure – except the remote, of course.