Dawn Wells Not Being Mary Ann!

Whenever we see any of the castaways in regular street clothes and bopping about in civilization, it's always as disorienting as it gets. There are a million examples from which to choose, but here is the most disturbing of all the disorienting Gilligan alums' post-curricular work.

Although she does wind up in a cornfield, Dawn Wells is decidedly not Mary Ann, as she is pistol whipped and then mercilessly chased by a serial killer in The Town That Dreaded Sundown (1976).

For our poor Mary Ann to be bludgeoned and hunted and bleeding, our disorientation is compounded, even more so than when Bob Denver is not playing stupid or Jim Backus is not playing rich.

If you think the town dreaded it, wait until you get a look. Dread (and disorientation) is the order of the day (or the night). And somebody shut up that damn dog.

Michael Richards Not Being Kramer!

What a total bummer. So not hipster doofus. His pretzels are making us thirsty. This was the all-time disorienting moment in TV characters not being themselves.

Max Baer, Jr. Not Being Jethro Bodine!

Bravo, Jethro! Smart, confident, articulate, well-informed, and sitting backwards on a director's chair. It's the perfect storm of disorientation. Miss Jane would be proud.

Jim Nabors Not Being Gomer Pyle!

Here's the "Heart-Touching Magic of Jim Nabors," but even more importantly, here's the brain-twisting disorientation of seeing Jim simultaneously not be Gomer Pyle AND wear a leisure suit. Wow. Just wow.

"America's Romantic Recording Star," as the announcer asks us to now call him, sings "Help Me Make It Through The Night" because he knows how tough this will be for us.

He also sings "You Don't Know Me," and we really don't, do we?

We're informed that he is not only loved by millions, but by countless millions. Good news for Jim, but not good news for the Census Bureau.

Jean Stapleton Not Being Edith Bunker!

This is a good disorienting clip where Jean Stapleton is trying not to sound or act like a dingbat (she succeeds for the most part, but there is something in her manner that still suggests Edith).

If you really want your mind blown, try watching Jean presenting Emmy awards during the early Seventies (apparently not available on YouTube, thanks a lot). She is out to blow America away, and succeeds in the most disorienting way, with her straight posture, elegant grace and theatrical delivery (picture it: "the nominees ahhhh...").

Still, you can bask in this. Disorient yourselves watching Edith not be Edith.

Irene Ryan Not Being Granny Clampett (Sort of)!

In a rare occurance, YouTube has failed me. I cannot find any clips of Irene Ryan not being Granny Clampett, although I know they exist.

If you were to see her as a contestant on Password, totally dolled up in her latest 1960s old-lady wear, you would have to stop yourself from fainting dead away.

There was another clip (now mysteriously gone) of Irene being interviewed soon after the cancellation of The Beverly Hillbillies. She was on her apartment balcony, watering her plants, and talking about current topics like Viet Nam and the kids today. You would have fallen over.

The closest disorienting clip I could find was this one, where she talks to Donald O' Connor about the good old days of yester-year. She's decked out like Granny, but her voice and body language is decidedly chill.

Try to be as disoriented as you can, and I'll keep looking.

Fred Gwynne Not Being Herman Munster!

Ooh! Ooh! Here's a hilarious scene from "Car 54," featuring Fred Gwynne being totally chill and not green. And slow-jamming on an acoustic guitar!

It won't make you forget Herman's beatnik poem, but you'll dig, man. You'll dig.

He already proved his non-Hermanness in "My Cousin Vinny" and "Pet Cemetary," and spent the rest of his career trying to escape Herman, but here you'll still relish in the disarming, disorienting non-Herman delivery.

Yvonne DeCarlo Not Being Lily Munster!

It's always a disorienting experience to witness Yvonnne DeCarlo not wearing her Lily Munster getup (anyone seeing her in The Ten Commandments knows exactly what I mean).

Here, a totally stunning Yvonne DeCarlo is having a ball not being Lily Munster, lip-synching to a song lousy with double entendres. Amazingly, the gentlemen are keeping their hands to themselves.

She's truly a buccaneer's girl (not Herman Munster's girl), being oh-so-bad-yet-good. A far cry from the domesticated vampiress housewife of 1313 Mockingbird Lane.

So deliciously disorienting!