Cartoon
Popeye and Son

Animal
And son
I keep typing "Popeeye"

Outfit: rainbow ringer T-shirt / EXTREME SPORTS / pretty sad little forearms

Tagline:  "Spinach?   YYYYEEEEUCK!"

Plot summary:  "Popeye Lore" really bothers me.  You don't realize it's a problem until you decide you want to write something Popeye related and want to do research.  There are people who know EVERYTHING about Popeye.  They can quote his first appearance in comic strips, name episode numbers, and debate the Bluto/Brutus thing into the ground.  Fuck me, you know?  My Popeye knowledge begins at "I'm Popeye the Sailor Man, toot toot" and ends when you knock that bucket onto Bluto's head in the video game.

I don't know a Hell of a lot about Popeye but I can explain the plot of "Popeye and Son" in the simplest King's English:  It was Goof Troop, but with Popeye. 

That's it.  Popeye and Bluto have been fighting for sixty years so they decide to hang it up and start families.  Somewhere between opening the can of spinach and punching Bluto in the face with a steam engine Popeye forgot that he already HAD custody of a kid (Swee'pea, who was clearly his child, but in a sack).  Here he has married Olive and conceived in the way that God planned for a man and a woman, and now we have Popeye Jr.  He doesn't like spinach, he doesn't get into fist fights, and he doesn't carry around heavy oceanic and cross-country transportation in his upper arms.  And he wears a rainbow T-shirt, so Bluto's kid (Tank, who went on to threaten to stab Big Al over a leather jacket) bullies him around.  It's only through the powerful message of HAVING FUN AT SPORTS LIKE SKATEBOARDING AND SURFING that Popeye and Son find common ground.  And it's all about as thrilling as Kissyfur, so it got canceled quickly. (more)

User Comments:  mike fireball 0: Oh God he has my haircut.

I've got to confess, I only watched this show because I knew of Popeye's history of violence and was convinced that one of these episodes would end with classic Popeye problem solving and that kid would catch one in the jaw.   When I was a kid I was into bloody Mid-Atlantic Championship Wrestling and Spider-Man.  I didn't want to ride a skateboard and Bop It Turn It Squeeze It with the other kids.  My entire childhood I was punched in the face by the message that I think it's cool to like extreme sports, and I swear to God I just wanted to break their Pocket Rockers and shove them helmet-first into Nancy Reagan's gaping maw for thinking they had no ri-ee-i-ee-i-height to push themselves on me. 

I thought things were black and white when I was a kid but now I know it's okay to live with some of your areas in those shades of gray, and sometimes it's okay to want to see a kid get punched in the face with a locomotive by his low class father.

User Rating: 2.7/10 (56,291 votes)