Likewise “The Time Tunnel,” a terrible science fiction adventure about two guys traveling to different periods and getting into fistfights even as a kid watching reruns I realized it sucked, but the theme song always tricked me into watching the first five minutes anyway. “Angie,” the 1970s sitcom starring Donna Pescow, was never anything special, but wow, that theme song is an earworm.
Hold up, theme sequence designer! Are we to understand that the train entering a tunnel evokes sexual intercourse? You’re blowing my mind. A barrage of highly suggestive images gets viewers nice and uncomfortable before the show begins, finding phallic symbols in sprouting fungi and keys penetrating locks. Masters of Sex has set itself apart from the recent crop of post-“Mad Men” prestige dramas with subtlety and wit - two qualities conspicuously absent from its cringe-worthy theme sequence.
Strangelove” on DVD might suggest), but there’s a point of diminishing returns. I love a good sexual double entendre just as much as the next guy (perhaps even more so, as my two back-up copies of “Dr. Charles Bramesco, Random Nerds, The Dissolve
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