(and is that how you spell it? -ed.)When you are a washed up child actor with no hopes of ever being the next Todd Bridges, what kinds of roles are made readily available for you? Maybe ones where you play a disfigured half cro-magnon little freak like Chakka. What kind of acting skills must one possess to capture the essence of the furry kid freak with the terrible make up? Who was Chakka anyway? Why was there a Chakka? What did he want? Was Chakka a girl or a boy? Maybe he really did just want his disturbing image to remain lingering in our minds for the rest of our lives. Face it, if you had a television in the seventies, and something makes you think of a cave child, the first horrible image that comes to mind is the one of that ratty-ass Chakka kid. What was the deal with his youth-caveman/inverted Donald Trump combover on top of a Grace Jones forehead head piece? Why was Chakka always afraid? Was he afraid in every episode or what? Chakka afraid, Chakka very afraid!!!. I don't remember, but for some reason now, after all these years of not seeing him I must say that Chakka does rock. I admit it now and its hard to do so, but I relent. Chakka rocks.
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