"Fantasy Island" (1978)TV series 1978-1984

Creator:

Gene Levitt

Seasons:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Release Date:

28 January 1978 (USA)

Genre:

Adventure | Drama | Fantasy

Plot:

Tales of visitors to a unique resort island that can fulfill literally any fantasy requested.

Plot Keywords:

Mysterious Man | Omnipotent | Da Plane Da Plane | Dream Comes True | Holiday

Awards:

Nominated for Golden Globe. Another 9 nominations

Cast

Ricardo Montalban	...	Mr. Roarke (38 episodes, 1978-1984)
Hervé Villechaize	...	Tattoo (24 episodes, 1978-1983)

Runtime:

60 min (157 episodes)

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Color

Aspect Ratio:

1.33 : 1

Sound Mix:

Mono

Certification:

Australia:PG | Argentina:Atp

Filming Locations:

Bronson Canyon, Griffith Park - 4730 Crystal Springs Drive, Los Angeles, California, USA

Company:

Columbia Pictures Television

Trivia:

The waterfall seen during the opening sequences is the real-life Wailua Falls in Kauai, Hawaii.

Quotes:

[repeated line]
Tattoo: Da plane. Da plane.

Movie Connections:

Referenced in "Tripping the Rift: Love Conquers All... Almost (#1.12)" (2004)

I am consistently amazed by the things that people want to complain about.

To say that the acting was forced or that the sets were cheap or that the plots were thin is one thing, but to complain that _Fantasy Island_ used "the SAME shot of the SAME dancer and musicians" just seems goofy. The reason it is the same dancers each week is because IT'S THE SAME DANCERS EACH WEEK! These are the dancers who work at Fantasy Island and every time "da plane" comes in they go to meet it and dance. You expected Mr. Rourke to get a new retinue of dancers every week? This show had enough unrealistic stuff without adding that. And the reason so much of the location is used again and again and again is because much of the story happens in the same place. Was Mr. Rourke supposed to get a new house every episode? I mean really.

There's stuff to not like about _Fantasy Island_, and stuff to like. But please, let's not get so desperate to find things to complain about that we go apezoid over Mr. Rourke employing the same dancers for more than a week. Job security, you know.