10) Kidd Video
A new wave band gets sucked into a cartoon world where they try to avoid a musically obsessed despot who wants them as his slaves? Yes please! Kidd Video never quite lived up to the promise of this very '80s premise. In all fairness, the show did do some things right. The members of Kidd Video -- which, awesomely, included Robbie "Cousin Oliver" Rist -- were all genuine musicians, partially explaining why the songs always were on par with the sublime 80s bubblegum pop of Jem. Unfortunately, so much effort was spent on the show's live-action segments that no one realized that the cartoon was largely unwatchable. Early on in the show's run, videos from groups such as Culture Club were featured (it was explained that the bands were also transported in the Flipside by Master Blaster, natch). However, music licensing fees soon put a stop to this. Making matters worse was a poorly orchestrated character redesign in the second season that suddenly made the show's once-great animation now look like something you'd expect to see on a shoddy Filmation production. Add these factors to incomprehensible plots that even 5-year-olds felt made no sense and there's little debate over why the show didn't last longer than 26 episodes. I'm sure there's probably a Kidd Video fan page out there with a lengthy essay explaining how the show's use of Master Blaster as a metaphor for how MTV reshaped then killed the industry was groundbreaking. But really, it was just a shitty show that occasionally had catchy songs.
There's probably someone at Peyo still pissed over NBC's decision to air this undersea rip-off of The Smurfs. The pathetic truth is that as a kid I couldn't get enough of it. When I watched a few episodes online some years back, I immediately considered inventing time travel strictly to go back to 1985 and convince my younger self to spend the half-hour every Saturday playing Colecovision or investing in Microsoft instead. Eventually I calmed myself down by taking solace in the fact that Snorkland was likely destroyed by the 2004 Indian Ocean tsunami.
8) The New Archies
With the exception of that time he hung out with the Punisher, Archie was never considered hip. So it's a bit baffling why the character was given a Poochie-esque makeover for this 1987 short-lived NBC cartoon. Considerably cooler than his comic book counterpart, this tween bastardization of Riverdale's favorite jalopy-driving youth was a misguided attempt at re-branding that replaced all of Archie's familiar character traits with newfound interests in things like skateboarding. These mutant "New Archies" populated a strange middle school limbo that existed between the Little Archie stories and those of the regular comics (why Ms. Ethel and Mr. Weatherbee were still around on the show is best left to the sex offender registries and/or God to sort out). Further adding to the series' bizarro aesthetic was the decision to replace the nerdy Dilton Doiley with a new and identical African-American character named Eugene --even though the Archie comics had a number of pre-existing black characters that could have been better utilized. Betty, Jughead and Reggie were left largely unscathed, with Veronica doing her best valley girl impression while still maintaining the entitled cunt persona that has endeared her to so many throughout the years. Even though the changing of the characters was a complete failure that resulted in the series' cancellation after one season, that didn't stop the Archie masterminds from fucking with their successful formula three years later with the angsty Archie: To Riverdale and Back Again telefilm. That nonsense repurposed Archie and company into tortured thirtysomethings and confirmed every suspicion you've ever had that they would all grow up to be douchebags. Meanwhile, The New Archies cartoon has been so infrequently repeated that it has taken on legendary status amongst Archie fanatics. The most interesting aspect about the series is how it utilized fan favorite character Fangs Fogarty. You can see him towards the end of the above clip. Then you can be done with the show forever.
7) The Brady Kids
After slaughtering Mike, Carol and Alice at the behest of the demon Pazuzu, the Brady kids landed themselves some magical animal pals and set forth on a life of incest and jaunty pop tunes in this exercise in annoyance. For reasons that defy logic, the above clip features an appearance by Wonder Woman. Odder still, the show's laugh track (?) seems to think that every action that she makes is a hoot and a half. (For those DC continuity freaks out there, rest assured that this appearance is not considered canonical). Filmation wasn't exactly known for their commitment to quality programming, and The Brady Kids easily marks the nadir of the company and 1970s animation in general. It's a sunshine day all right...until this show takes a steamer on your happy memories of Brady bliss.
6) Saturday Supercade
Every cartoon based on an arcade game has been utterly terrible, and all the doing of the Mario by Captain Lou Albano in the world will never convince me otherwise. In 1983, CBS gave an entire generation a reason to distrust authority when they began airing Saturday Supercade. The anthology series featured cartoons based on the then-white hot arcade games Frogger, Q*bert, Pitfall, Donkey Kong, Donkey Kong, Jr., Kangaroo, and Space Ace. Each of these is awful in the exact same way that various methods of murder are, but Donkey Kong was exceptionally hellish. If you can overlook the fact that the cartoon creepily revises history so that Pauline is Mario's niece instead of his girlfriend, you still have to deal with how the show completely emasculates Donkey Kong by having him speak with the voice of Soupy Sales. I'm not even going to pretend that I haven't spent many a lonely night thinking of what Donkey Kong would sound like were he real. Yet I have never been more certain of anything in my life that if Mr. Kong were somehow a sentient being with the power of speech that he would not, under any circumstances, possess the voice of a pie-throwing comic. The above clip is an exceptionally painful reminder of the perils of 1980s nostalgia. But I have to admit, the idea of a Donkey Kong-fronted punk band kind of makes me tingle down there a bit.