Monthly Archives: February 2002

The last few times I saw Jerry Siegel, he was at peace…which was not the case in our first encounters.  I met him in 1968, at a time when he not only didn't receive a cent from his co-creation but didn't exist insofar as the history of Superman was concerned.  He was wonderful to me but when we got near certain topics, he was justifiably bitter, angry and hurt.  Fortunately, that was rectified in increments, commencing in the mid-seventies….and on our last visit, about a month before he died, he seemed like a pretty happy man.  One reason, obviously, was that the management of DC had done…well, maybe not all they should have done, but a lot more than earlier regimes.  Thanks to some large-hearted, wise and fair folks, the credit for Jerry and his partner, Joe Shuster, had been restored to their work, and they'd received pensions and other financial considerations.

Jerry was also receiving honors that meant a lot to him — at the time, a lovely letter from President Clinton and the issuance of a Superman postage stamp in Canada.  (Shuster was of Canadian origin.)  Jerry had the note and a prototype of the stamp framed side-by-side on a small table next to his favorite chair in the living room…and that's how I remember Jerry.  He was sitting in an easy chair, without a trace of anger about him, looking at the framed items and smiling.  Tonight, searching the Internet for info on something else, I came across a picture of the stamp and I thought of that evening.

If you're interested in reading up on the history of Superman, there are some wonderful articles and artifacts posted at www.superman.nu.

The first national tour of The Producers kicks off in Pittsburgh on September 12.  They've been holding auditions and what follows is the "breakdown."  That's Show Biz for a list of roles to be filled and a brief description of each.  For some reason, it lists Bialystock and Bloom, though it's unlikely those parts would go to someone who showed up for an open call.

Seeking — Max Bialystock: 40s-50s, leading role, must sing reasonably well and, most importantly, be a world-class comic actor, brash, fast-talking, pushy, a once-successful Broadway producer, now down on his luck, New York-born and bred, Jewish, shrewd, intelligent, extroverted and a dirty old man; Leopold Bloom: 30s-40s, leading role, must sing reasonably well and be a brilliant comic actor, faceless minor accountant, has lived a life in which virtually nothing has ever happened to him, like Bialystock, New York-born and bred, Jewish, immensely likable loser, a caterpillar who turns into a butterfly during the musical, must be able to move or dance very well; Ulla: 20s-30s, sexy young woman, must be sensationally good-looking, tall (must be at least 5'9"), with a breath-taking figure, belter and dancer who can fake an endearing Swedish accent; Franz Lebkind: 40s-50s, must sing and move well, must also be a very skilled comic actor, wild-eyed psychotic of German descent, born and raised in Milwaukee, but under the insane belief he served under Hitler as a soldier of the Third Reich, playwright, author of "Springtime for Hitler"; Roger De Bris: early 50s, one-time chorus dancer who became an unsuccessful Broadway director-choreographer, very minty, very egotistical, very funny, like the other male principals, has to be a first-class singer and mover as well as an accomplished comic actor; Carmen Gia: 20s-40s, Roger's flamboyantly gay as a goose assistant, good comic actor, must sing reasonably well.

They spelled a couple of the characters' names wrong but otherwise, don't you love the descriptions?  Since when has Franz been born in Milwaukee?  And how can someone be "flamboyantly gay as a goose assistant?"

There's some exciting news for fans of It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World in The Wall Street Journal this morning.  Unfortunately, it requires an on-line subscription to read it so I can't link you to it.  But since a nice POVonline reader sent me a copy, I can summarize it for you…

Basically, a gent named Richard A. Harris, who runs a film preservation company in New York, has been tracking down lost footage of the film for years and now believes he's missing only nine minutes of picture and about four minutes of soundtrack.  That's not the whole film but it's a good chunk of the 33 or so minutes that were trimmed out a few weeks after the film's 1963 release.  Pieces have been located all over the globe but a big find came when a construction worker helped him locate reels of soundtrack that had been stored in a warehouse in Paterson, New Jersey.  Here's one excerpt from the article…

Mr. Harris agreed to listen to Mr. Kroeper's sound tracks. The first few were authentic but had nothing on them that wasn't in the shortened version.  Then, right where the film's 18th reel should have ended, Mr. Harris heard something unexpected: a phone ringing. He held his breath.  A voice said, "Hello?"  It was Buster Keaton's growly baritone.  On the other end of the line was the voice of Spencer Tracy: "Jimmy?"  His hopes rising, Mr. Harris dug through the boxes. He found a reel marked "16" and quickly threaded it onto the player.  There was silence, then a series of police radio calls describing a chaotic car chase. They had found one of the movie's oddest artifacts — the entr'acte audio track played during intermission.  Only people who saw the film's earliest engagements ever heard that.

As one who saw the film's earliest engagement, allow me to translate: There's a scene still in the movie where Culpepper (Tracy) says he wants an ice cream sundae.  Then the following is cut — and remember, I'm telling you this from memory and I was eleven when I saw this:  Tracy goes to a Baskin-Robbins shop for some basic product placement and few notes of a song called "31 Flavors" that was being plugged via the movie.  He gets his sundae, goes to a phone booth in the back and places a call to Jimmy the Crook (Keaton) to discuss how he wants to get away on Jimmy's boat.  As I recall, the conversation took place in split screen and was ambiguous in that it didn't quite tip that Culpepper was going to scram with the $350,000…though when he did later, it seemed a bit less surprising.  Anyway, that whole scene has been missing since the end of '63 and now someone has at least located the audio.  It was the only time that the man who was perhaps America's greatest dramatic actor worked with the gent who was maybe the greatest comic actor.

The reference to the entr'acte is also intriguing.  When I first worked with actor and voice legend Lennie Weinrib, I startled him by telling him I'd recognized his voice in It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World.  Lennie did a couple of the voices of policemen heard on the radio and redubbed a few stunt players and other bits of dialogue.  He was never billed in any way but I nailed him.  Anyway, he told me that he'd also recorded a whole batch of police calls that were played during the intermission at theaters that ran the long version.  I didn't remember that at all.  (Mr. Weinrib tells me he checks this site every few days.  Hey, Lennie!  Looks like they found your performance!)

The search for footage is still going on and there are, as yet, no plans to spring for the expense of a full, digital restoration.  But even this much news is worth a few huzzahs and a lot of hopeful grins.

One of comics' veteran artists, Charles "Chad" Grothkopf, passed away on January 25 at the age of 88.  He was best known as the creator and illustrator of Hoppy the Marvel Bunny, the funny animal version of the immortal Captain Marvel…but Chad — as he signed most of his work — actually did a lot of work in the adventure category.  He drew Johnny Quick, Sandman and other super-heroes for DC in the early forties.  (Contrary to popular belief, it was not Simon and Kirby who designed Sandman's yellow and blue costume when they took over the strip.  That was done by Chad, who had preceded them.)  For most of that decade however, Chad specialized in funny animal comics, producing hundreds out of a studio wherein he also supervised other artists.  He later dabbled in newspaper strips, including a long stint on the Howdy Doody feature, and became a pioneer in TV animation.

He worked extensively in advertising and commercial art and, in recent years, had been been a frequent guest at comic conventions.  He was a nice man and a very important figure in the history of not one but several fields.

The folks at The Tonight Show did something that was probably not very smart.  In an attempt to tie this week's shows in to the Olympics, their program has been renamed The Olympic Tonight Show.  Cute…but it means that a TiVo that's been programmed to record The Tonight Show won't record Jay.  That'll cost 'em at least a few viewers.

I really like my TiVos (I have two) and they've completely changed the way I watch TV and even the way I live.  I no longer have to think about taping my favorite shows when I go out — unless, of course, they've been dumb enough to change their names for a week — and I am now more apt to record, and therefore watch shows that are aired in the middle of the night.  I watch almost nothing live.  When I feel like watching something, I turn on the TV select a show from several dozen that are on the TiVo menu and — poof! — one button-touch later, I'm watching it.  The result is a real sensation of me owning and controlling my TV, as opposed to the other way around.

I've been recommending TiVo in my columns since I purchased my first one, long before anyone had heard of the things.  If you need more info, go over to www.tivo.com and read up.  But if and when you buy one, come back here, click on the Amazon.Com box down below and buy it there and through that link.  It probably won't cost any more, might cost less and if you buy it that way, this site gets a little taste.

I've written a number of articles about great cartoon voice actors like Daws Butler, Mel Blanc, June Foray and Don Messick.  Often, e-mails ask where the heck is the in-depth article about the late, great Paul Frees?  Surely, he ranks with the others.  And he sure does.  Trouble is, apart from one brief phone call, I never met Paul Frees.  Never had the honor.  And while I could rattle off a list of roles and parrot some third-hand anecdotes, I don't know enough to craft the kind of article he deserves.  He was an amazing performer, much admired by his co-stars and incessantly coveted by casting directors.

Some others did more famous characters…though Frees's Boris Badenov is one of the great performances ever in animation.  (I especially love when Boris would adopt, say, an Irish accent…thereby requiring Frees to do a Russian guy talking with a brogue.  June Foray says these things never threw him, not even for a second.  The only other comparable feat I can recall was the WB cartoon — I think it was Rabbit Seasoning — in which Mel B. had to do Bugs imitating Daffy, then do Daffy imitating Bugs.)

During his career, Frees occasionally had his agent assemble a demo tape of his work.  Every voice actor has one — some have several — and their creation is an art unto itself.  The Paul Frees demos are duped and circulated throughout the voice biz and widely considered the best ever.  Most of them run 6-7 minutes and one of the top voice agents once said to me, "I am torn on the subject of handing copies of these out to people.  On the one hand, I want them to see how wonderful a voice demo can be.  On the other hand, Paul Frees was maybe the only human being ever in the field who could sustain a 7-minute demo tape.  And I mean that.  Mel Blanc in his prime probably couldn't have kept you listening for seven minutes.  If one of my clients today brought in a 7-minute demo, I'd kick him out into the street."

So I suppose you're eager to hear one of these legendary demo tapes, right?  Well, here's a link to a site that has one you can hear on-line via RealPlayer.  I have a couple of other tapes and I'll post them here if there's enough interest.

One of the many fine events at last year's Comic-Con International in San Diego was the memorable surprise birthday party for artist Gene Colan.  It was organized by a number of Gene's friends and fans but most notably Kevin Hall.  The Progress Report for next year's con says I organized it, which is not exactly true.  I moderated it…but Kevin and the others actually came up with the notion, got the cake, got Gene there, etc.

Just received my ballot in the current ASCAP elections.  I always thought the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers was one of the best-run, most secure enterprises around.  Then I noticed the name of the accounting firm to which I'm supposed to return my ballot: Arthur Andersen, LLP.  Why do I already not trust the count?

Wondering what's going to happen with Enron?  Well, so far, Joshua Micah Marshall has been right on-target with predictions posted over on his Talking Points Memo.  A good site to check out often.

KOCE, which is the secondary PBS outlet serving Southern California, has been running the Ed Sullivan compilations that were assembled a few years ago by Andrew Solt.  On them, one sees great acts with the occasional long-forgotten performer.  (Whatever happened to comedian Irwin C. Watson?)  The most interesting moments are often not the acts but Mr. Sullivan's brief references to what was then going on in show business, as well as his introduction of celebrities planted in the studio audience.  On the one that aired last night, he asked Dean Jones — "the star of the Broadway play, Company" — to take a bow.  And Dean Jones, who just happened to be in an aisle seat down front, did.

Jones was not the star of that historic musical for long.  He reportedly did not like the show or his role in it and was only able to get himself through opening night because he had the producers' assurance that they'd replace him at the earliest opportunity.  They did.  The show opened on Sunday, April 26, 1970 and on May 29, Larry Kert assumed the pivotal role of Bobby.  On last night's Sullivan retrospect, Ed referred to Company as having just won the New York Drama Critics Circle Award.  Those awards are usually announced the first week of May…so this clip was probably from the Sullivan show of 5/10/70, by which point Larry Kert was either in rehearsal or just starting.  Dean Jones was there doing publicity for Company, knowing full well his departure was about to be announced.

Odd thing about that cast replacement: Jones recorded the album shortly after the show opened.  The CD currently available is from that version.  When Company opened in England some time later, they issued a "London cast" which was the same recording but with Kert replacing Jones's vocals…though not completely.  Dean can still be heard in some of the group numbers.  This version is said to be coming out shortly on CD, which will perhaps baffle those who purchase both.

This year marks the 20th anniversary of Groo the Wanderer, a silly comic book that I've been doing with Sergio Aragonés since…well, since twenty years ago.  We do it just to put the lie to the once-made claim that a creator-owned comic book can neither exist nor come out in anything resembling "on time."

A number of Groo items are coming out before the year is over.  The second issue of our current, new 4-issue mini-series, Groo: Death and Taxes, is now in stores.  Coming out in the next two weeks are two trade paperbacks from Dark Horse, the covers of which are seen above.  The Groo Maiden (left) is a collection that reprints four stories from eons ago, when Marvel published Groo as part of their Epic line.  Groo: Mightier Than the Sword (right) is the collected edition of our recent mini-series of the same name — a story borne of its authors' rising distrust of the media.  Several more Groo paperbacks will materialize from Dark Horse in the coming months, including some sort of special anniversary volume reprinting Groo oddments and including some new stuff.

Also in the meantime, Graphitti Designs is bringing out a fancy, hardbound limited edition which reprints the two graphic novels we did for Marvel/Epic.  One is The Life of Groo and the other, appropriately enough, is The Death of Groo.  They're repackaged back-to-back in fine binding with new bookplates signed by Sergio and me.  (That's what I was doing for a couple days last week: Signing my name.)  You can order this one over at Graphitti's website.  Or you can forget about the books altogether and just send money to Sergio.  Every so often, he shares it with me.

I haven't seen the issue, but a Comics Buyer's Guide is apparently now reaching subscribers with word of my abdication.  This I know from the flurry of e-mails that is suddenly descending on me, asking why I've stopped doing my column.  I dunno what they said in CBG but the truth is that I was having some business-type contractual problems with the folks there and they kinda killed my enthusiasm for continuing there.  I miss writing that kind of material and one of these days, I'll find a new venue for it.  In the meantime, I'll be updating this site with short items, and I thank you all for your notes.

Not long ago, Terry Gilliam (of Monty Python fame) set out to make an epic film about Don Quixote.  He had six disastrous days of shooting, with everything going wrong that could go wrong, and then production was shut down for good.  A film did emerge from the debris, however…an acclaimed documentary about how Gilliam's movie crashed and burned.  Here's a link to an article in the L.A. Times about the "unMaking of…" film.

As predicted here, Conan O'Brien will not be leaving NBC.  He'll stay right where he is but for a lot more money.  The brief flurry of reports that he might be heading to Fox most likely represented a hankering on the part of a few entertainment reporters for another "late night war."  One is not likely.  Mssrs. Leno and Letterman have carved out secure little homes for themselves.  Odds are, both men can do those shows until they die or choose voluntary retirement.  If there is any big change in the ratings, it's unlikely to be because of anything Dave or Jay do.  Rather, it will be because of some huge, unlikely change in the respective fortunes of CBS and NBC…or, only slightly more likely, some formidable new entrant into the time slot.

I frankly think both Dave and Jay are vulnerable to a challenge.  Both have gotten a bit predictable, relying on goofy stunts…especially those that rely on the inherent clumsiness of non-professionals — stagehands and people on the street — when put on camera.  Jay and Dave are both good at winging it, but both seem to be configuring their shows to minimize any chance that they might have to prove this.  If someone came along with a truly unpredictable late night show — the way Steve Allen's was in the early sixties, f'rinstance, eliminating pre-tapes and putting the star occasionally on the spot — they might have a shot at grabbing a slice of the 11:35 pie.  That no one probably will is because there doesn't seem to be a host on the horizon who's capable of presiding over such a show.  If one ever emerges, watch out.

Those of you who travel to Vegas should know about www.billhere.com, one of those nice, more-or-less altruistic web services.  Billhere is, they say, a lifelong Las Vegas visitor who retired to his favorite city and now, mostly as a hobby, sends out a regular, advertising-free e-mail letter that's probably the most complete listing of who's about to play the town and what else is about to happen there.  He also collects and distributes coupons for discounts and freebees, and if you sign up for his newsletter, he'll tell you how to browse his on-line coupon list.  If you want any, he'll ship them to you for little more than the cost of postage.  Very nice of him.