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The Mighty Mightor (1967)

Cartoon
The Mighty Mightor
Harvey Birdman, Attorney at Law

Animal
Love Child of Space Ghost and Psicosis
Unfrozen Caveman Judge

 

Outfit: Royal Order of Water Buffalo hat / Sub-Mariner trunks / club / UGG boots

Tagline: "MIIIGHTOOOOR!"

Plot summary: Cave teenager Tor and his pet dinosaur (one the son of a village chief, the other: bones put there by the devil to trick us) rescue an old man from a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and for their kidness are rewarded with a magical, laser beam-shooting club that transforms the boy into The Mighty Mightor, the Before Christ equivalent of Captain Marvel, and the pet dinosaur into a fire-breathing dragon, the Before Christ equivalent of Battle Cat. Having a variety of super powers in a time where making fire is the most interesting thing possible might not seem like a grand gift, but imagine the kind of cave pussy you can bash over the head with a club that shoots force rays.

The Mighty Mightor fights for the FIRE GOOD of his people alongside dragon Ork (where Robin Williams is from), his girlfriend Sheera (princess of power), and little brother Li'l Rock, where country star Collin Raye resides until he can overcome his drinking problem.
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User Comments: Mightor is a fairly standard super hero: cape, cowl, girlfriend with horrible deductive reasoning, and so on. As a caveman we're to assume that his helmet is some sort of pelt, and with the tusks we can guess maybe wooly mammoth. But what are his shorts made out of? Is there an animal in prehistoric studies with green fur?

And this brings up further questions. Where did a caveman get gold wristbands? I thought they freaked out at the discovery of the wheel, when did they get an interest in smelting?

Given the information presented, Hanna-Barbera taught me at a preschool age that the motivating factors behind the proliferation of ancient civilization is good Samaritanism, a love of fine jewelry, and wearing the muppet exoskeleton of Oscar the Cro-Magnon Grouch around your waist so your stupid girlfriend doesn't have to stare at your trilo-bits and pieces. Great. Hanna-Barbera should teach a high school course where I can learn about the Jim Crow Laws by beating my dick against a rock.

User Rating: 4.4/10 (44,1461 votes)