Parents, as far back as I can remember, have always been scouring the entertainment world for family-friendly programming to babysit their kids for them while they read magazines and dreamt of their life before children. I mean, Mothers can’t really be expected to mother their children, right? This is America.
Anyway, throughout history (and especially in regards to 90s television) there have been plenty of television shows, movies, video games, and other activities to fill the little buggers with faux happiness and an assuredness that nothing bad was ever going to happen without a happy ending tacked on after the ordeal.
It seems odd that, in today’s world, there is an unusual shortage of this kind of whitewashed, disneyfied entertainment. Now, I’m not much for network television. The lack of nudity, graphic violence, and potty mouths makes for boring entertainment. Recently, I decided to flip through primetime television on the major networks and see what exactly they had to offer. I was appalled.
Many people underestimate the entertainment value and all-around goodness of the Saved by the Bell series and, instead, choose to write it off as “corny.” Well, goddammit, I like corn!
There’s something about the sugar-coated sweetness of early 90s television that fills my heart with a warm, marshmallowy goo not unlike the inside of a chewed up Peep. Back when television didn’t have to rely on sex and violence to draw a crowd and it was enough to just be colorful and sincere and naive. That is my favorite kind of television.
Throughout a lifetime of watching syndicated episodes of Saved by the Bell, I’ve often tried to pinpoint my favorite moments in its illustrious volumes of lore. I’ve narrowed it down to five definitive moments: