The Greatest American Hero “The Hit Car” (part 2 of 9)

Still in the credits, we get shots of Ralph flying, launching himself into the air, and careening into walls, all done with the absolutely execrable green screen work that became a hallmark of the series. The line around Ralph might as well have been drawn in with a Sharpie, and when they show him taking off, the perspectives are completely wrong every time. And don’t tell me the technology didn’t exist. I mean, forget that Superman was made three years earlier—they started using chroma key in Hollywood forty years before this show, and even then it looked better than this.

William Katt’s credit comes over a shot of Ralph sprawled on the ground, having just run into a wall and hurt his head. You see, the suit doesn’t protect his head, and the show was actually pretty consistent about that, but—what about his hands? When he uses his super strength to smash something, wouldn’t his unprotected hands be pulverized? Oops, sorry, I’m trying to apply logic to a show in which clueless space aliens give super-powers to the first guy they find who’s dumb enough to be wandering around the desert in the middle of the night. Silly me.

Caption contributed by Mark

”This script hurts my brain!”

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Mark "Scooter" Wilson

Mark is a history guy, a graphics guy, a guy for whom wryly cynical assessments of popular culture are the scallion cream cheese on the toasted everything bagel of life. He spends his time teaching modern history at Brooklyn College, pondering the ancient Romans at the CUNY Graduate Center, and conjuring maps and illustrations for ungrateful bankers at various Manhattan monoliths. Readers are welcome to guess at reasons why he's nicknamed Scooter, with the proviso that all such submissions are guaranteed to be rather more interesting than the truth. Mark lives in the Midwood section of Brooklyn with a happy-go-lucky, flop-eared dog named Chiyo who is probably, at this very moment, waiting patiently for her walkies.

Multi-Part Article: The Greatest American Hero "The Hit Car"

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