It really doesn't hold up.

When I was 5, I would get out of kindergarten and go to a lady's house for after-school daycare. She kept a lot of kids, and liked to plunk us down in front of a television set. Sometimes, I got to see my favorite show, the "Banana Splits." Now, the main part of that show was terrible. Adults in plushy animal costumes, making dumb jokes. The reason that I wanted to watch it, though, was because of the serial melodrama that the Banana Splits showed, called "Danger Island."

Danger Island was great stuff. Guys punched bad guys in the nose! The good guys fought with pirates and head-hunters. There was a doctor and his lovely niece. There was some speechless wildman named Chongo, who was summoned by the call of "Uh-Oh, Chongo)

Watching this episode, tough, I may not have been a very good motion picture critic.

And why does the good doctor not employ his Remington 600 to good effect, when confronted with savage headhunters with tomahawks?