I didn’t watch the 80s soap in its heyday, but cut to a global pandemic and I’m hooked
Dynasty – and I mean 80s Dynasty – was a worldwide television phenomenon. It was the No 1 show in the US in 1985, seen in countries across the globe. I never watched it back then. I was in college, and didn’t have a TV – I sort of looked down on television, which, with the likes of The Dukes of Hazzard also topping the charts, wasn’t the astonishing art form it has become. Cut to a global pandemic, and end times, and it seems like I do nothing but watch TV. And Dynasty has me hooked.
This isn’t because Dynasty is a good show – on the contrary, it is a horrid, crass, offensive show. The plots are absolute madness – they called it a “night-time soap”– full of plane crashes and kidnappings, the appearance of long-lost children, and people being thrown from horses or falling down stairs. There should have been a drinking game for the frequency with which someone on the show exclaims, in horror: “What?!”
