YOU NEEDN’T have bothered. TV rehash of the 1930s spinach eater’s surreal but strangely unlikeable adventures, but without the surrealism. Everyone’s a loser. Standard devices used to wring out every last drop of subject matter – for example, give him three identical miniature kids to look after, without indicating where they’d come from. Also utilised Panther-patented “middle cartoon” format, here introducing (get this) “Private Olive Oyl”, that’s Olive Oyl in the army with typical goon Alice The Goon and strangely-sexy tiny woman sergeant. No Popeye however. Popeye’s middle cartoon was Prehistoric Popeye or some shit like that. Did have amusing opening sequence, involving ‘Eye scooping Bluto (Pluto? Brutus?) up with a JCB, then “boxing” and firing him towards the stars in a big rocket (“well, waddaya know?”). Only other pro was possession of the swirly-star Hanna-Barbera logo at the end.