The Greatest American Hero “Here's Looking at You, Kid” (part 5 of 6)
Cut to that evening, outside a restaurant. An overlay of plinking piano music on the soundtrack tells us this is indeed Fine Dining. I hope they remember to ask for Cassie; she’s always a pip. There’s a car pulling into the lot, and—oh my god. Oh my god! It’s a fricking AMC Pacer! I haven’t seen one of those goldfish bowls since I was 7! I feel like I’ve died and gone to, well, 1981. Gah, what a horrifying fate that would be. Imagine spending eternity listening to Endless Love and nonstop Natalie Wood jokes.
Inside, a fussy maitre d’ with, of course, a French accent approaches Pam with a bucket of champagne. Why am I suddenly looking around for Mr. T?
We now get another reminder of history intruding into our little story, via the single most jarring edit ever seen in a piece of filmed entertainment that’s not actually a hundred years old and patched together with cellophane tape.
Pam: Oh, is he here?
Fussy Maitre d’: He telephoned earlier.
I think the film flapping around in the projector on that one sliced my cheek open pretty good. I’m going to have to fix this wound up, can you give me a minute?