Before I head off for beddy-bye, I want to link to this article by Andrew Sullivan, a gay Conservative if such a thing is possible. It's about the way Bush and Cheney have treated gays in the past. It may or may not remain Sullivan's viewpoint after Bush's reported plans this week to start pushing that Federal Marriage Amendment that everyone seems to agree has no chance of passing. Which makes you wonder why he's suddenly getting behind it. The more right-wing end of his base won't be fooled into thinking that support for a constitutional amendment that won't happen is any sort of substitute for the things on their wishlist that they still might realize during his term of office. Bush sure doesn't need to look ineffectual about one more of his stated goals and to look like more of a "divider" to the middle-of-the-road crowd…so why get behind this movement now? I don't get it.
Monthly Archives: June 2006
Today's Video Link
I decided not to post any more of the Forbidden Broadway scenes since I can just send you to this page and let you watch a much better-edited version of 'em there. There's a Demo Reel, which is mostly a commercial for the show, that runs a little under eight minutes and there's a reel of "Symphony Highlights" that runs almost twenty and is well worth the time. The video clip I posted yesterday was the first half of this.
So today, we have three minutes of Lewis Black plugging his HBO special which debuts next week. I dunno how the special will be but just about everything Mr. Black does amuses me greatly. So did this three minutes even if the video aspect ratio is a little screwy.
Kopy Kane
One of the panels we'll be doing at the Comic-Con International in San Diego this year will be about Batman comics from the beginning through the 1964 "New Look" makeover. The dais will include — and this is a sad comment on the passing of time — three of the only four artists still alive who pencilled Batman stories before '64.
Among the topics I want to zero in on is how much Bob Kane did on the early Batman stories. We all know he did next to no artwork whatsoever on the comic books or strips after about 1946 but some people have — wrongly, to my understanding — declared he never did any of it. No, the man could draw…not well, perhaps, but there were certainly worse people drawing comics in the early forties. He also did a lot of swiping, we must note, copying poses out of pulp magazines, newspaper strips and elsewhere.
There's a weblog devoted to the illustrator Henry E. Vallely that has made an interesting discovery. What was probably the single most famous panel Kane "drew" in comics — a panel from the story in Batman #1 — was copied from a drawing Vallely did for a then-recent pulp magazine. Take a look and see.
Happy Wendy Pini Day!
A birthday shout-out to my longtime friend, artist extraordinaire Wendy Pini…who with her hubby Richard created Elfquest, one of the great enduring comic art creations of the last few decades. I have known Wendy for mumble-mumble years — since before she met Richard, even. At my first comic and science-fiction conventions, she was the individual that everyone followed about…the ideal mate insofar as most attendees were concerned. All the other attendees were guys, after all, and what more perfect life-partner for a fan than a beautiful, smart woman who could draw?
Wendy was nice to everyone but every guy she refused to marry — which at the time was all of them — wanted to go out and throw himself off the roof of the Sheraton. When she met Richard a few years later (yes, via a comic book letter page), they forged an important and perfect partnership in all ways visible to their amigos, and she remains among the sunniest presences on this planet. If you love Elfquest — and everyone who's read it sure seems to — you have only to meet the people responsible to know why. I just phoned Wendy to wish her a happy Wendy day but she's not answering. Hope she's out doing something fun and will accept a blogged birthday greeting instead of a personal howdy.
Toth Remembered
The L.A. Times runs a nice obit on Alex Toth.
Additional Info
The two gentlemen performing in the Forbidden Broadway clip I just posted are Ed Staudenmayer and Jonathan Hadley.
Today's Video Link
Yesterday, we plugged our favorite Los Angeles comedy troupe. Today, we have a nine minute sampler of Forbidden Broadway, a New York-based institution which is usually among my stops when I hit town…and it has also been known to tour. It's parodies of show tunes and scenes by four talented performers. (The cast is constantly changing. Jason Alexander was in an early company. First time I saw it, one of the players was Brad Oscar, who went on to star in The Producers on Broadway.)
This clip, I should warn you, ends abruptly in the middle of a number. Don't blame me for this. I didn't do it. But it's worth watching anyway. I'm not 100% sure of the gents' names so I won't say…but the two ladies featured are Suzanne Blakeslee and Christine Pedi. Suzanne can now be heard in many cartoons and Christine had lately been appearing in her own shows, often with her killer impression of Liza. (I wrote about Christine here.) They're not in any current Forbidden Broadway show as far as I know but the franchise has a way of attracting other, very talented folks. Anyway, here's nine minutes of what the whole thing is about…and I hope you like it because I may be linking to more of this over the next few days.
Recommended Reading
My pal Elliott Maggin, who wrote Superman for a long time, has written a nice little op-ed for the Los Angeles Times. He compares Jor-El (Superman's pa) warning of the destruction of Krypton to Al Gore warning of the destruction of this thing we live on. Fortunately, Elliott doesn't carry the comparison too far. Give it a read, even though the L.A. Times may make you register.
Game Show Watch
Quick "heads up" to the folks watching the hoary What's My Line? reruns on GSN. The show that airs tonight (i.e., tomorrow morn) is the one from 3/15/64 and the Mystery Guest is Allan Sherman, then pretty much at the peak of his brief stardom. Mr. Sherman, as you may know, got his start in TV as a behind-the-scenes guy at Goodson-Todman, producers of game shows including What's My Line? So this appearance was probably a very satisfying moment in Mr. Sherman's life.
Then the next day, GSN should run the episode from 3/22/64 in which the Mystery Guest is Louis "Satchmo" Armstrong. Brief story. Armstrong then had a huge, unexpected hit with his rendition of "Hello, Dolly." He'd been hired for megabucks to go on a prime-time program — The Perry Como Show, I think — and give the first TV performance of the song. Among the many ironies of Satchmo's career was that after decades of making next-to-no bucks on wonderful, authentic jazz, he made his fortune and much of his fame with something as mainstream Wonder Bread as "Hello, Dolly." Anyway, he was to receive the largest check of his life for doing it for the first time on TV for Mr. Como's audience.
Then What's My Line? wanted him as Mystery Guest for the Sunday night before. Como's producers had the right to block this due to an exclusivity clause in his deal but the Goodson-Todman folks went to them and said, in effect, "Hey, it won't hurt you to let us have him. We'll plug his appearance on your show and it'll help your tune-in." Perry's producers said, "Well, that makes sense. But he's not going to sing 'Hello, Dolly' on your show, right?" The What's My Line? folks said, "Of course not. We're a game show. People don't sing on our show. We don't even have a band on stage." With that assurance and the promise of a juicy plug, the Como crew said fine.
So Sunday night, after Louis was unmasked, panelist Arlene Francis said to him, "Louis, dear…do give us a little of 'Hello, Dolly.'" And Armstrong, responding to the audience cheering and forgetting about the Como show's exclusive, started singing his hit song, a cappella. The producers of The Perry Como Show were not happy.
Today's Video Link
We're big fans of the Totally Looped improv troupe that performs every Thursday night up on Melrose in West Hollywood, in the building next to the Improv. I admit to bias: I'm friends with the director and many of his players but so what? They're still funny, still marvelously creative.
The whole field of improv comedy took an odd turn when Saturday Night Live became a smash. Around the time Dan Aykroyd and Gilda Radner began getting multi-million dollar movie offers, every up-'n'-coming actor in the country suddenly thought, "Aha! That's the new route to stardom." Suddenly, everyone was taking improv comedy lessons and trying to get into troupes so they could get discovered for SNL or one of its many clones. I would guess maybe 20% of those folks really got the idea of how to improvise on stage. The rest seemed to think it meant you have to quickly write your own script, which is not what improv is all about. Around 1984, I was an occasional substitute teacher for one local improv class and of the thirty or so people in the room, I think maybe three really wanted to use it as anything more than a stepping stone to Eddie Murphy's career. The whole art of improv has suffered as a result…less so in the last decade but the damage has still not been undone.
So I love to see real improv, where the performers are performing in the moment and are almost as surprised by what comes out of their mouth as is the audience. Totally Looped is real improv.
Director Vince Waldron selects video and movie clips…and I can assure you there's nothing prearranged with the cast. They have no idea what Vince has picked before they're called upon to dub in new dialogue live, right on the spot. Every time I've been to the show, there have been some amazing bits of on-the-fly brilliance. If you don't believe me, go some Thursday night. The details are over at their website.
I'm not sure this clip does justice to the show but it'll give you the idea. And if you like what you see, you'll really like seeing it in person.
Recommended Reading
I often disagree with Charles Krauthammer but his take on the Barry Bonds steroids issue makes sense to me.
Recommended Reading
The other day, I linked to this article by Robert F. Kennedy Jr. that makes the case that the 2004 presidential election was stolen by Bush, especially by rigging the voting in Ohio. Over on Salon, this article by Farjad Manjoo rebuts Kennedy's article. I want to read them both over again — and maybe see what others will toss into the discussion — before I decide which one (if either) to believe.
I think reading a piece in Salon still requires one to subscribe, purchase a day pass or watch a mess of advertising. I subscribe and would like to suggest you consider doing so. The online magazine has been attacked in some quarters for its Liberal stance and the contents probably do lean that way most of the time. On the other hand, they occasionally publish articles like this one that tell (or try to tell) their target demographic something those readers would rather not hear. When you look at all the media that has any sort of political attitude — websites, magazines, radio programs, cable news outlets, etc. — you don't find very many that will ever risk trampling on those precious Urban Legends that their audience wants to believe. Would that more of them were, like Salon, willing to do that.
In Today's News
We are pleased to see that Wen Ho Lee has won a cash amount — and therefore, a court declaration of having been wronged — in his lawsuit against the government and five major news organizations that accused him informally (meaning, the government never charged him) of espionage. I'm all for reporters protecting their sources but in this case, the reporters allowed themselves to be planted with phony information and they printed it. It was largely a plot to pressure Lee into confessing guilt to a crime for which he should never have been arrested in the first place. The New York Times, which was one of the organizations that got suckered into bolstering the phony charges, printed a major mea culpa but everyone who spread the story owes the man an apology.
Mark's Health Report
Seven days ago at this very moment, I was lying on an operating table at Cedars-Sinai Hospital. I'd been "out" for maybe fifteen minutes and I'm guessing someone had just shaved my stomach in preparation for the surgeon who was about to perform a roux en y Gastric Bypass. About fifty hours later, I was home, feeling much better than I'd expected…and right now, I feel pretty much as I did before the surgery, only lighter.
How much lighter, I'm not sure since my scale doesn't work. But last Wednesday, I had a follow-up exam and the scale in my surgeon's office had me down eleven pounds. That's in five days. I'm guessing I'm down fourteen by now. Yesterday, a dancer friend of mine came by and she asked me how much I'm expected to lose. I told her and she remarked, "That's more than I weigh."
Frightening in a sense. And yet, exciting.
I'm already feeling better in many ways, mostly my legs and feet. I can tell circulation is improving.
I'm not going to dwell much on this, here or in future posts. Other folks' medical info can be very boring. But I wanted to tell all my friends I couldn't be happier with how it's gone and how it's going. Thanks again to all for the many well wishes.
The Idaho Spud
For no visible reason, I'm going to tell a story from my past. Back around 1970, our local comic book club would sometimes adjourn its Saturday meeting and then a band of us would car pool to a local movie theater and take in a cheap double feature. One time, we caravaned to the Meralta in Culver City for the parlay of Kelly's Heroes — starring Clint Eastwood, Telly Savalas, Don Rickles and Donald Sutherland — followed by House of Dark Shadows.
I think it was a buck to get in and I hate to think what they could have charged us to get out. The Meralta (seen below) had probably been a lovely theater at some point but by the time we got to it, it was the kind of place where the cashier wore No-Pest Strips for earrings and the ushers were just cockroaches in uniforms. The seats were shabby and one out of every four was either broken, missing or filled with a dead body. The curtains no longer operated so (and this is critical to our story) the screen was open between films. And out in the lobby was a refreshment stand that sold popcorn that was stale when you could have purchased it to munch throughout D.W. Griffith's latest.
There were about ten of us there, crammed in a section of two rows with a gap or two where the seats were unsittable. We watched Kelly's Heroes and I don't think any of us particularly enjoyed it. Then came intermission. Some of us went out to the lobby but one of our group (a guy named Gary) stayed in his seat — he may have become permanently affixed by then — and handed some coins to another of our group (a guy named Barry). Said Gary to Barry, "Hey, while you're out there, get me a candy bar. Any kind." Barry was annoyed at being treated like an errand boy so he decided to go out and spend Gary's money on the lousiest candy bar he could find.
The Meralta refreshment stand had many to pick from but when Barry spotted a display of Idaho Spud bars, he knew that was it. The Idaho Spud is a popular candy in some parts of the country but apparently not in Southern California. None of us had ever heard of it before and I've never seen one since even though it has been manufactured since (their website says) 1911. The site also explains that it's "a wonderful combination of a light cocoa flavored marshmallow center drenched with a dark chocolate coating and then sprinkled with coconut."
And maybe it is. But you know what it looks like, in or out of its wrapper? It looks like a chocolate-covered potato.
Isn't that the first thing you'd assume? It's called an Idaho Spud and it has eyes all over its packaging. So what's the first thing you think of? Chocolate-covered potato, right?
And the Idaho Spud people have no one to blame but themselves. No one forced them to call it that. There isn't even a logical reason to call it that except that they're made in Idaho where, contrary to popular belief, not everything is a potato. In fact, I developed a theory that the guy who invented it turned to his wife and said, "Muriel, I've invented a new candy bar but I don't know what to name it" and she asked, "Well, what is it?" To which he replied, "It's a wonderful combination of a light cocoa flavored marshmallow center drenched with a dark chocolate coating and then sprinkled with coconut."
Muriel said, "That's easy. Call it an Idaho Spud." And the inventor, who was drinking to celebrate his new invention, was so plastered by this point that it sounded good to him. Especially because people would think it was a chocolate-covered potato. "That'll be great for sales," he said just before he passed out, face down in a bowl of vodka.
Anyway, Barry bought Gary an Idaho Spud, took it back to where we were sitting and handed it to Gary. "Here's your candy bar."
Gary looked at it and said, "What the hell is this?"
Barry said, "It's an Idaho Spud. I think it's a chocolate-covered potato or something."
Gary recoiled in horror. "I didn't ask for a chocolate-covered potato."
Barry replied, "You didn't say not to get you a chocolate-covered potato." Gary had to concede the point. Sadly, he pulled the wrapper from his candy bar, took one bite, hated it and hurled the remainder of the Idaho Spud at the screen…
…where it stuck.
This was still during intermission and the curtains were open, the screen was exposed. We all saw the Idaho Spud sail onto the screen of the Meralta and just stay there, about two-thirds of the way up, slightly to the left of center. Then House of Dark Shadows started. For us, House of Dark Shadows starred Jonathan Frid, Grayson Hall, Kathryn Leigh Scott, Nancy Barrett and an Idaho Spud candy bar. And the Idaho Spud should have had top billing because it was in every damn scene. Prominently featured, in fact.
My friends and I paid no attention to the movie. We just stared at the Idaho Spud. Every time the camera cut, it had a new role in the film. Sometimes, it was a beauty spot on one of the actresses' faces. Sometimes, it was a fly on a wall. There was a shot of a door where it looked like the doorbell. At one point — I don't recall the exact dialogue — one of the actors said, "What is this thing?" And we all answered, referring to the brown lump on his face, "It's a chocolate-covered potato." This was years before The Rocky Horror Picture Show and home video made yelling back at a movie screen a national and annoying fad.
Other members of the audience picked up our fascination with the alleged candy bar and by the end of the film, I don't think one single person at the Meralta was paying any attention to what the actors were saying or doing; only to how the lump figured into each shot. At one point, there was an odd lighting effect that made it look like the Spud had fallen off and a moan of disappointment echoed through the theater. But then, in the very next scene, you could see it was still there and a little cheer went up. It was still there when we left, having little idea what House of Dark Shadows was about. In fact, it was still there three weeks later when I took a date to the Meralta to see Airport. On the sheer strength of superior acting ability, the Idaho Spud stole the movie from Dean Martin.
That's about all there is to this story. I'm not sure I ever went back to the Meralta so as far as I'm concerned, the Idaho Spud remained in place until they tore the place down, maybe even after that. It probably didn't but I'd like to think it did. Even now, when I find myself trapped in a particularly boring movie and my mind wanders from the storyline, I find myself wishing I had something of the sort to focus my attention on. A good movie, of course, needs no external help. But a bad movie can always use a chocolate-covered potato somewhere.