Mark's Marx Marks

One of the more controversial things I've posted on this blog is the following chart…

I posted it some time ago and some people still want to argue that Duck Soup is a better movie than the two I listed above it.  They want to argue this even though it's not a list of what I (or anyone) would say are the best Marx Brothers movies in order of their merits.  This a list of my personal preferences and telling me I'm wrong is like saying I'm wrong that I like McDonald's more than Burger King.

I might entertain an argument that I don't prefer Room Service enough to put it at tenth place.  I recently tried to watch it again and if I'm ever dumb enough to post an update on this list, I'll probably move it down a few notches.  How could such a funny play be turned into such a not-funny Marx Brothers movie?

Also, I still get the occasional e-mail from someone who wants to argue that Love Happy is not a Marx Brothers movie and should not be identified as a Marx Brothers movie.  To them, I can only offer this incontrovertible Perry Mason-solid proof.  The opening titles of Love Happy say this…

See that?  "Starring The Marx Brothers."  That makes it a Marx Brothers movie, end of argument.  In fact, if Francis Ford Coppola had put that title card on Megalopolis, that would make Megalopolis a Marx Brothers movie. And someone might even go see it.

Today's Video Link

An awful lot of you liked this music video I linked to of a song by Herb Alpert. Jason Burbee wrote suggesting I also show you this one and that we all read this note that Alpert (apparently) penned about it…

We wanted to make a video that was happy, upbeat and about real love. Our video crew traveled all over the world in 23 straight days. Real couples in love were found through Instagram in each country and city. Our video director, Clark Jackson, a.k.a. Constellation Jones started shooting on June 29th and returned to Los Angeles on July 22nd. This video was shot in East Los Angeles, Echo Park, Santa Monica, Miami, Bahamas, Key Largo, Cuba, New Orleans, Mississippi, Charlotte, Milwaukee, Brooklyn, New York City, Iceland, Paris, Romania, Venice, Marrakesh, Thailand, Seoul and Hawaii.  We feel that Love & Music should always be the link between people.

Well put. Here's the video in question…

Tales of My Mother #16

In June of 2013, I had arthroscopic surgery performed on my right knee to repair the two tears in the meniscus in there. It helped for a while but only for a while. A little over three years later, I had the entire knee replaced. The day after the first of these procedures, I posted this story of how my mother had her knee replaced…

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My knee surgery yesterday reminded me of a Tale of My Mother I haven't told yet. You'll see the punchline to this one coming well before we get to it.

Over the years, due in no small part to a lifetime of cigarettes, she was losing her ability to walk. Both legs were very bad and her right knee hurt her terribly. One of her legion of doctors finally told her that knee replacements would be necessary. They'd do one and then after she had recovered from that surgery — and that could take quite a while — they'd do the other. My mother didn't like the idea of such extreme surgery but she less liked the idea of not being able to walk. Extensive x-rays and tests were done and a date for the first operation was set. A few days before, I took her into the hospital to meet the surgeon who'd actually be performing the procedure. He announced, much to her horror, "We're going to do the left knee first."

This was to her horror because the right knee was the one that had really been aching her. She knew both were bad but the left knee, at least, didn't hurt much. She asked, "Can't you do the right knee first, doctor?" He put the x-ray up on one of those wall-mounted lightboxes and began pointing out things on it that we would both have to have graduated medical school to understand.

"I understand the right knee's the one giving you pain," he said when he finally dialed it down to Layman's English. "But the left one is the one that's about to go. It could just about explode on you at any time. If we do the right knee first and then the left one goes before you can get around on the right knee, you'll really have trouble."

She understood that but said, "I just dread the idea of having to get around on the painful right knee for six or more months."

It was at this point that I asked the question that you would have asked, too: "Doctor…I apologize in advance for this but could you just please humor me for a second? Could you check and see if these x-rays you're pointing at aren't mixed-up?"

"Certainly," he said. He put each x-ray in turn up on the lightbox for even closer study and within moments, we heard him exclaim with his own horror and embarrassment, "Jesus Christ…these are mislabeled." The left said RIGHT on it and the right said LEFT on it.

He was furious with the folks in the x-ray department and he immediately picked up the phone and read someone the Riot Act, the Trespass Act, the Stamp Act and at least two of the three acts of The Persecution and Assassination of Jean-Paul Marat as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade. He assured us repeatedly that the mistake would have been caught well before they operated but…well, the whole thing would have made you uneasy, too. We went to my mother's primary care physician who, in addition to being a brilliant and trustworthy man who'd taken care of her for many decades, was a senior official with the hospital.

He read the remaining act of Marat/Sade to many people and I think got someone fired or at least transferred to a less critical position. I imagined this person being reassigned to the hospital cafeteria and sitting there all day, labeling the egg salad sandwiches as tuna. At her primary doctor's urging though, we agreed to trust the surgeon we'd met with.

Well, almost trust. The morning of the operation before I took her in, I took a big marker and wrote WRONG KNEE on the wrong knee.  That day, the right knee was the right knee.

Yesterday when I went in for my knee operation, I thought of doing that but right after I got into the humiliating gown, the nurse produced a marking pen, asked me to point to the knee they'd be working on and then she scrawled something on it. A few minutes later, my surgeon came in for a pre-surgery conversation and he had a pen and he asked me to point to the knee they'd be working on. I showed him it had already been tagged…but as he started to put the pen away, I said, "You know, a great artist is supposed to always sign his work." He laughed and added his initials to my right kneecap. (I wonder if they're still on there. It's all bandaged up at the moment.)

Getting back to my mother: They did operate on the correct knee and according to her primary physician and everyone else there, it went as well as could be expected with a woman in her mid-seventies and in as bad physical condition as she was. It took an awfully long time to heal and she began to announce that when the time came to have the other one done, she wasn't going to have the other one done. Too much pain, not enough gain. As it turned out, by the time her left knee might have come up for consideration, her health had deteriorated in too many other ways. The doctors said it was too dangerous…and unlikely to help her much even if it was successful.

For about the last sixteen years of her life, she got around her house in short distances using a walker. When we took her anywhere, she was wheelchaired about…or more correctly, transportchaired about. There's a difference between a wheelchair and a transport chair, though even people who know that difference use the terms interchangeably. She had a transport chair, which is also known as a companion chair. Briefly, the difference is that if you're in a wheelchair, others will push you about but you can propel and steer yourself around to some degree. In a transport or companion chair, someone else has to push you all the time. In fact, I bought her two transport chairs.

One was a fancy, expensive-looking (but not that expensive) and sturdy one that I kept in the trunk of my car. In fact, when I bought my current car in 2010, I told the saleslady, "Okay, I'll take it…if we can fit my mother's wheelchair into its trunk." I hauled it out of the old car, placed it into the one I was about to purchase and said, "Okay, write it up!"

She was very pleased with that chair. Made of shiny, dark blue metal and sporting a thick seat cushion, it had a Nascar feel to it. When I took her to the hospital, as I seemed to do daily for a while there, there'd be other folks around in wheelchairs — drab, battered ones that the hospital had around. My mother loved being seen in her "throne." It seemed to say that someone cared about her. Which was true…and it wasn't just her son who did.

Then she also had a lighter, foldable one I got her. It too looked snazzier than the chairs transporting most patients around the hospital. She kept this one at her home and it was used by her various caregivers when they took her places. They'd take her to the market or take her to the hairdresser. That is, when they weren't robbing her. She liked this chair, too.

When she passed away, I gave the Nascar one to someone else in my life — a performer of some note and a person I love a lot. This person needed a chair and I couldn't think of a better recipient.

I kept the foldable companion chair because I figured, "One of these days, someone else I know is going to have a need for it." And last week, I found someone who did: Me. In preparation for my knee surgery, I had a whole day of running around Cedars-Sinai Hospital and I decided it would be a lot less painful to make it a whole day of two friends pushing me around the place. I didn't stay in the chair all day. They'd push me to an office and then I'd hop out and use my limited ability to walk to get around. Others in the waiting room would look at me like I was Guy Caballero on SCTV, being pushed around in a wheelchair he didn't need, just to make others work and wait on him.

I didn't feel the slightest bit of shame at that. What I did feel was a lot of, "So this is what the world looked like to my mother all those years."

Today's Video Link

In 1968, Dennis James — who you probably know best as a game show host — was the host of The All-American College Show featuring talented college kids. Here he is introducing a new group in their first time ever on television…

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Here's the latest installment of Everything You Need To Know About Saturday Night Live. This is Season 15 and while the thumbnail shows Jan Hooks, they don't feature a lot of her in this season review. I remember her being the best thing on the show in these years, though I admit I may be prejudiced because I knew her and worked with her and thought she was just spectacular in every way…

Thursday Evening

I got two more calls today from folks pretending to be from Walgreens, trying to pry medical information out of me. I told the first guy he was a fraud and he said, "No, I have your complete medical history here." I don't think any pharmacy has my complete medical history and if he sure didn't have it because he was asking me who my primary care physician was. I said to him, "Really? Name three prescriptions I've had filled at Walgreens" and he started naming drugs I've never heard of, let only taken. I think one of them was for women.

The other person reacted badly to me telling her she was a fake. She started yelling she had a great offer that would save me tons of money but since I was so mean to her, she wasn't going to offer it to me.

Someone asked me why I answer these calls at all. The answer is that I occasionally get real calls that I don't want to miss and they look like they might be spam calls on my phone. I got one today I was real glad I answered. And if I got a call and didn't answer it, I'd sit here wondering if I'd made a mistake. It's faster to answer and get rid of them.

Today's Video Link

When a new show doesn't do well on Broadway, it usually disappears forever. No one, after all, is eager to invest money in a flop. But there are exceptions. The 1981 musical Merrily We Roll Along ran for 44 previews and 16 performances and if anyone but Stephen Sondheim had written its score, you'd probably never have heard of it again. In this case, all sorts of folks wanted to take a whack at revising its book and changing its staging and it's been revived more often than many huge Broadway hits.

Something similar happened with the 1974 musical Mack and Mabel with a score by Jerry Herman. Its Broadway run lasted five previews and a paltry 66 performances but it keeps getting revised and revived and revised and revived and revised and revived. Though none of these revisals were revived for long, Mr. Herman to his dying day insisted it was the best score he ever wrote — an amazing viewpoint from a guy who wrote the scores for Hello, Dolly!, La Cage aux Folles and a few other smash successes.

One of the things that is said to have kept it alive was, of all things, an ice skating demonstration. In '82, the award-winning skaters Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean performed at the World Figure Skating Competition with a routine set to the Entr'acte of the original Broadway production of Mack and Mabel. They won a gold medal and their performance, televised around the world, prompted a run on the cast album. People reportedly rushed to buy it because they liked the one number to which the duo had skated. (In the video below, it's identified as the Overture from the show but it was actually the Entr'acte, which is the secondary overture that opened Act Two.)

The sudden surge in album sales convinced any number of producers that Mack and Mabel was deserving of another try and, like I said, there have been many of them and there are probably more to come. Maybe one day one of them will even run for a while…

Thursday Morning

I've decided to not look too much (if at all) at the news today.  I feel so bad for the people whose lives are being imperiled and disrupted by Hurricane Milton and I'll probably feel worse if I keep seeing wet reporters showing us homes underwater and trees crushing cars.  If my witnessing this would make things any better, I'd be glued to my Roku but it won't.

I may have said here a couple times that my number one political issue is ensuring that everyone has access to good, affordable medical care.  A close second — and in a way, it's the same issue — is making sure that agencies like FEMA are fully-funded and fully-competent.  And we really oughta do more about this thing called Climate Change.  How many "once-in-a-thousand-years" weather catastrophes do we have to have before everyone gets on board with this idea?

Once again, I refer you to my favorite charity, Operation USA.  If you can afford to donate to help out folks in the states impacted by Helene and Milton, that's a good place to send money.  I know some of the people behind it and I know that they spend very little on administration and themselves and that most of what you send them will be put to good and immediate use.  There are, of course, other places to donate. I just choose to send what I can send to them.  Here's their banner one more time and I'll be back later with something non-topical…

Today's Political Comment

If you search this blog for the term "October Surprise," you'll find a lot of posts where I suggested in some presidential election year that the "October Surprise" was that there was no "October Surprise." This year, we're only nine days into the month and we seem to have several contenders including the fact that Donald Trump shipped Covid tests to Vladimir Putin while telling Americans that we shouldn't be testing and the fact that Donald Trump doesn't know how to deal with a state of emergency other than trying to spin it as a reason to vote for him.

Maybe that last one isn't a surprise. Oh, and I guess the latest revelations from Special Counsel Jack Smith might qualify as an October Surprise. There may be more possibilities on the way.

Something that struck me with all the interviews that Kamala Harris has done in the last few days is that I don't think she's even trying to win any Trump voters over. I think someone made a decision that Trump has roughly 44% of the vote and it's solid and that all her campaigning should be aimed at the (roughly) 8-9% of the Undecideds out there. At least, that thought came to me while watching her interview last night with Stephen Colbert. And it must gall Trump that there's no way he can go on any of those late night shows.

Here's something nice. The Huffington Post reported…

The Republican congressman who represents a western North Carolina district badly damaged by the remnants of Hurricane Helene is tired of the conspiracy theories about recovery efforts circulating online. In a lengthy statement, Rep. Chuck Edwards (R-N.C.) praised the support his district has received but also noted "an uptick in untrustworthy sources trying to spark chaos by sharing hoaxes, conspiracy theories, and hearsay about hurricane response efforts across our mountains."

Gee, I wonder what "untrustworthy sources" he could be talking about. I'm glad he did that because the folks in the paths of Helene 'n' Milton need all the honest information they can get. They're also going to need supplies and medical care and a whole lot of other things. This would be a good time to donate to my favorite charity…

Today's Video Link

And here's what happened earlier this morning in Las Vegas: Huge fireworks show followed by the demolition of the remaining two towers of the Tropicana Hotel. This was a very Vegas moment…

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Hey, the Pink Panther theme song and the James Bond theme song go well together. Give a listen and see if you don't agree…

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Tonight in Las Vegas a few hours after Midnight, there will be an implosion/demolition of what's left of the Tropicana Hotel. It's a relic of Old Vegas that opened in 1957 and the last time I was in it, it didn't look like it had been cleaned since the administration of President Lyndon B. Johnson.

There has been talk of its closure and razing for a decade or two now and they finally closed it last April and began emptying the place. The last two towers come down tonight right after a huge fireworks display.

The bringdown will be done by a company called Controlled Demolitions, Inc. that seems to be the leader in this field. It's owned and/or operated by the Loizeaux Family, having been founded in 1947 by John D. "Jack" Loizeaux. Around 1981, I was a writer on the TV show That's Incredible! and we had a bunch of Loizeauxs on to talk about their unusual profession and I spent an hour or so talking with them before the taping. It's really a fascinating skill because they usually have to do it to a building that's close to others that no one wants to see damaged. One of them said, "How it falls is not anywhere near as important as where it falls."

One of the Loizeauxs explained their craft in great detail to me. I didn't understand all of it then — it involved a lot of math — and I don't recall a lot of it now. I do recall that it was a lot more complicated than one might think because buildings are made of all sorts of different materials and are put together in different manners. Some years later, I was present for the implosion of the Hacienda Hotel, very near the Tropicana, and it was really an impressive thing to see in person. I'm not sure if that was a Loizeaux job. (I wrote about it here.)

Tomorrow or the next day, I'll try to find some video of the end of the Tropicana and post it here. I hate seeing part of Old Vegas go away but this was a place I don't think too many people will miss. I did win a lot of money there once at Blackjack but I don't play that anymore.

That Time Again

I can't believe it's that time again. Open Registration for the 2025 Comic-Con International in San Diego will take place on Saturday, October 26, 2024 commencing at 9:00 AM Pacific Daylight Time. And if it goes the way it's gone in past years, it'll be over around 9:45 AM Pacific Daylight Time. This is the moment when anyone — yes, even you — can log into their web portal and try to score badges for the convention. The convention, by the way, runs July 24-27 of next year with a Preview Night on Wednesday, July 23.

If you want to participate in this stampede for tickets, study this page well in advance. The folks who succeed in their mission that day will all have done this and they'll be ready to pounce.

You might also consider attending WonderCon Anaheim which will take place March 28-30 next year at the Anaheim Convention Center. WonderCon is run by the same folks who operate Comic-Con International but it's a smaller convention. It's whelming. It's just not overwhelming. Badges for that are not yet available and when they are, they probably won't sell out as rapidly. I'll try and let you know when they go on sale.

I expect to be at both conventions, my ankle permitting. And before someone asks — because someone always asks — I don't expect to be at any other conventions next year.

Today's Political Comment

The New York Times/Siena College poll — which has a margin of error of plus or minus 2.4 points — says Harris/Walz is three points ahead of Trump/Vance. That ain't bad news but it's still closer than it oughta be. If you look around, you can easily find one that shows either ticket in a better position.

Jonathan Chait argues that Harris is running a terrific campaign by being more centrist than a lot of her supporters would like.

Ed Kilgore explains how the Trump campaign is trying to twist and exploit the hurricanes ravaging the southeast.

And Ed Kilgore (him again) lists all the different things that the Trump campaign claims constitute "Election Interference." It's pretty much anything that anyone says against voting for Trump.

I don't imagine anyone visiting this site needs to hear any additional reasons to vote for the Harris/Walz ticket. If you're not going to by now, you're probably not going to. But just in case, here's another one that they'll probably claim is "Election Interference"…

Tuesday Morning

I spoke the other evening to a friend in Florida who's between hurricanes. He's not too worried for his area but pretty concerned for folks not-all-that-far from him. If you live in an area that's threatened and you're reading this, I hope it's from a safe place even if you had to evacuate to get to it.

And it's hard to think of much more beyond that at the moment but I'll try to come up with one thing…

Oh, I know. I'm getting a ridiculous number of spam calls lately from folks who claim to be calling from Walgreens Pharmacy — a business which has no business whatsoever with me. They've never filled a prescription for me or sold me anything more medicinal than a bag of Cheetos. Nevertheless, the callers want to "update" my records with them and they have all sorts of medical-type questions they want to ask me. If I play along at all, the questions go like this…

LYING CALLER: We need to verify the name of your primary care physician. Could you let me have that please?

ME: Don't you have that in your files?

LYING CALLER: Yes but we have so many names here. Please tell me the name of your primary care physician.

ME: Read me some of those names and I'll tell you when you get to the right one.

LYING CALLER: There are too many here to read to you. Just tell me the name of your primary care physician.

ME: It's Boombatz. Dr. Vinnie Boombatz. Do you see him there on your list?

LYING CALLER: Ah, yes. There he is…

But I actually had one of these lying callers go honest on me. He told me he was calling from Walgreens and I said, "No, you're not. You're just trying to gather information that's none of your f'ing business and you're going to ask me to name my primary care physician." And he said, "You're right. This is just a scam deal but it's the only job I could get" and he hung up. This guy would never make it in politics.