This guy, who's at best a third rate comic actor, has the pukiest, most mundane singing voice in American recording history, yet schlocky late-night TV commercials maintain the rube is "beloved by millions. " I've traveled a good deal over the past 30 years and I've yet to meet a single person who was a Jim Nabors fan.

This show, as I remember it, was just another run-of-the-mill variety show (a tired formula a couple of generations removed from its hokey Vaudeville roots that mercifully, for us, died a way-overdue death about two decades ago) headed up by a no-talent who somehow caught the public eye. I guess the TV executives figured Nabors had a season or two left on his shelf life when they cooked up this third-rate concoction, hoping to wring the last drops out of his appeal before consigning him to the scrapheap of popular cultural history. This show was so lame that even guest appearances by the great Frank Sutton didn't raise the entertainment value a jot, mainly because they didn't put Sutton's talents to good use. What might have made this show watchable, in a cynical sense, would have been guest shots by Rock Hudson every other week.

--moosekarloff