I have a sweet spot for the old Hanna-Barbera cartoons. Nostalgia based for sure. The toons weren’t that good or original. The animation defines ‘limited’. The characters were derivative at best. Yogi Bear. Huckleberry Hound. Quick Draw McGraw. Corny. Yet still very funny in their own way. Maybe not ‘their own way’; they stole liberally from Disney and Warner Bros. But it had its charm. It was made-for-TV cartoons, not by-products of yesteryear’s movie houses like the best of Looney Tunes.
Hanna-Barbera perfected cheap, quick entertainment for kids at a time when the alternative was washed-up comedians and D-list actors flopping around a sound stage with hand puppets singing campfire songs. We ate it up in all its sugar frostiness.
I liked Atom Ant. He was an ant with atomic strength, atomic speed with a cool pilot’s helmet and a real sweet letter-man sweater. He was just too groovy for me. He lived in an anthil where he spent all day drinking milk and lifting weights. He didn’t have a secret life, a reporter’s salary, a firefly girlfriend. He was Atom Ant 24-7 and he was my guy.
And he still is.
- Len ‘Cruze’ Webb