Showing posts with label Classic Movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Classic Movies. Show all posts

February 14, 2025

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A Happy Valentine's Day to one and all. In the spirit of the season, so to speak, the picture above personifies me spending quality time with my first love. And where has it gotten me, you ask? Of course, if you're reading these words, you already know the answer.

Onward to Cult TV Blog, where John continues "Private Detective Season" with the mid-80s British series Bulman, and the episode "Pandora's Many Boxes." Bulman's one of those maverick P.I.s who don't follow the rules, which is just fine with me, and it provides an excellent snapshot of its time, which the best shows always do.

Garry Berman returns with the third in a series of stars who've gone "from hits to flops," and there are more than you might think. Of course, you don't get to be a star unless you take chances, and some of them don't work out. How many of these failed series do you remember?

Roger continues his recap of The New Avengers at A View from the Junkyard with "To Catch a Rat," another quality episode in the series revival. In addition to being a thriller revolving around amnesia, it's a philosophical reminder of just how important one's memory is to their own identity.

There was a time when Susan Oliver seemed to be on just about every television show you tuned in to, and Travalanche looks back at her road to success, including some of her more memorable roles (including, of course, the "Green Chick" in Star Trek).

One of the great things about the Criterion Channel is the access it gives you to movies and genres you might never have known about, let alone watched. For me, the great revelation was Japanese Noir, and Maddy writes at Classic Film and TV Corner about one of the best, Akira Kurosawa's Stray Dog, with the great Toshiro Mifune and Takashi Shimura.

On the subject of movies, at Classic Film & TV Cafe, Rick looks at Buchanan Rides Alone, one of the six "Ranown Cycle" Westerns made by Randolph Scott, directed by Budd Boetticher, and written by Burt Kennedy. Merits of the movie aside, I'm reminded of the night of the 1992 New Hampshire Presidental Primary, when Pat Buchanan was running against Bush Sr. and the GOP establishment. TNT was airing this movie, and I wondered then if they appreciated the irony of the title. TV  

April 12, 2024

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All right, we're ready for another week, and we'll start at Comfort TV, where I've been enjoying David's trip through 1970s TV; he's now up to Saturday, 1973, and unless you have a favorite somewhere else, you'll be bowled over by the epic CBS lineup: All in the Family, M*A*S*H, Mary Tyler Moore, Bob Newhart, and Carol Burnett. Has any other lineup come close?

At Cult TV Blog, John takes on "The Black Tower," one of the adaptations of P.D. James's famous Adam Dalgliesh detective novels, with Roy Marsden as Dalgliesh. I'm always partial to him because his is the Dalgliesh I saw on Mystery! too many years ago; I think you'll like it as much as John does.

The Broadcasting Archives has a brief but neat post, complete with picture, about Garroway at Large, the 1949-54 series starring Dave Garroway (who else?), which provides an outstanding example of what came to be known as the "Chicago Style" of TV, furthered on Today.

This is from last year, but it's new to me, so it counts: at A Vintage Nerd, it's 10 hard-to-find classic TV shows. Some of them are harder to find than others, but a little effort will turn most of them up, and you'll find they're worth it.

A View from the Junkyard returns to the world of The Avengers (I should say that we return to it, since I've linked to other things the past couple of weeks), and the Steed/Tara episode "All Done with Mirrors." involving spies, a telescope, and a lighthouse. What more do you need? 

How old does a show have to be to qualify as "classic"? I've often wondered whether or not what I write about is really more like "vintage" TV, but regardless, 15 years is probably long enough, and since I live in Indiana, I can hardly ignore Terence's take on Parks and Recreation at A Shroud of Thoughts.

You'll remember my review last week of Lon Davis's terrific book Stumbling into Film History, and this week Lon appears on Richard Skipper Celebrates to discuss his book, and more. Sit back and relax, and let Lon take you back to a wonderful and fascinating time! TV  

April 3, 2024

Book review: Stumbling into Film History, by Lon Davis




Last week, I mentioned Ernie Kovac's1961 series Silents Please, and how it paralleled the resurgence in silent movies that was taking place in the late 1950s and early 1960s, thanks in large part to the movies being shown on local television. Silents Please was a labor of love for Kovacs, a true aficionado of early film history, and a good number of viewers were surprised at the absence of oddball humor that they had come to expect from a Kovacs program; for Ernie, it was all about the movies and the people behind them.

Which leads to a question that many people have wondered about, namely: how and why do historians become interested in the topics that they study? For some, it's a reflection of the environment in which they grew up; others discover their interest by accident while researching tangential topics. For me, television history has combined my interest in cultural and social history with an attempt to understand, and in some way relive, those early, pre-comprehending years of my life. In the wrong hands, trying to explain these passions can leave the reader feeling like someone being forced to look at their next-door neighbors' vacation pictures. Fortuantely, that's not always the case, and if you need any proof of that, look no further than film historian Lon Davis and his latest book, Stumbling into Film History


Stumbling into Film History

by Lon Davis
BearManor Media, 240 pages, $29.00

My rating: ★★★★ (out of ★★★★)



Davis has authored or co-authored several books on early film history (including Silent Lives and Silent Vignettes) which focused on the personalities and acts that personified those first groundbreaking decades of the industry, from Francis X. Bushman (Ben-Hur) to the Three Stooges and the Keystone Cops. But in Stumbling into Film History, Davis focuses on his own story, in a delightful and affectionate recounting of his journey through the "golden age" of cinema, and the various people he meets along the way.

Now, I know what you're thinking. Why, you wonder, is Hadley reviewing a book about classic film history on a classic television blog? Well, besides the fact that (full disclosure) I know and like the author, the truth is that television has had a lot to do with keeping this history alive. As recently as 1958, the major studios "conspired" to keep any movie made after 1948 from appearing on television, and it wasn't until NBC's Saturday Night at the Movies in 1961 that post-1950 movies became prominent. That, combined with an increasing demand from viewers for more and more movies, meant that early movies, both silent and sound, enjoyed a visibility they wouldn't again have until the heydays of AMC and TCM. For many, it was the repeated showings of these movies that would spur a lifelong interest in the industry, and keep alive the history of their times. Once again, credit television for documenting times that might otherwise be forgotten.

As is so often the case, it was an unlikely combination of circumstances that gave birth to Davis's love of early movies—a display of boxes of 8mm films bearing the images of Chaplin, Laurel & Hardy, and the Universal monsters, that the author ran across while waiting for his father at a camera store; a PBS series on silent movies hosted by Orson Welles that Davis and his father watched weekly; a great-uncle who lived in the Motion Picture Country Home in Los Angeles, home to many of the stars of the early era; and a young teenager's initiative to learn more about the now-forgotten stars that he'd met through these films. The result is a fascinating look at the lives and times of the people who made the movies. But more than that, it's the author's personal journey, a fond recollection of his friendships and interactions with these figures; and just as they shared their stories and perceptions with him, he now shares the same with us.

And while any (good) historian can write a history of early film, only a very few are privileged to have, in a way, become a part of this history; certainly, Lon Davis is one of those who can make that claim, for Stumbling into Film History is his story as well as theirs, offering a personal perspective that comes from firsthand knowledge of the people he writes about. There are, for example, his stories of spending time at the Motion Picture Home with Three Stooges member Larry Fine; again, there are many interviews with various Stooges (I just read one in an old TV Guide), but they won't give you the personal insight that Davis can, including his unfortunate attempt to set up a movie projector in Fine's room which, predictably, included a clash of heads that could have come right out of a Stooge short. While Davis couldn't help but be amused by the irony, Fine wasn't quiet as sanguine; "At least I got paid to make an ass of myself," he said.

Often, the teenage Davis would form connections with these old stars simply by looking up their numbers in the phone book and calling them; many of them were delighted to talk about the past, so pleased that someone as young as Davis would take an interest in their work. In doing so, Davis provides a lesson from which we could all learn: don't be afraid to take a chance; the worst thing that can happen is for someone to say "no." That's a lesson that it took me a long time to learn, and there's something bittersweet for me in reading about how Davis's enthusiasm propelled him to reach out and make these contacts. He well knew that these people wouldn't be with us for long, and that once gone, their stories would die with them. Of course, you can't invest in retrospect; even had I had as much nerve as Davis had at that age, I hadn't yet determined on my future course as a television historian. Still, it's hard not to wonder about how many opportunities were lost, how much insight went missing, how many questions were left unanswered. The truth is that, even though times have forever changed, many of these figures are still more approachable than we might imagine. Again, what's the worst that can happen? You probably have a better chance of success than you do winning that $1.3 billion lottery jackpot. 

Davis saves the best chapter for last, as he writes of how a mutual love of old movies led to what would become a lifelong friendship with a fellow college student, and how that friendship would eventually result in marriage. Not only is it charming (and surely any scriptwriter from the Golden Age would be pleased to pen such a happy ending), it shows how important a shared interest is in forming the bonds that lead to a successful relationship. (And you thought messages like that only came from MST3K shorts!)

Of course, that's the message that runs through the various essays that make up Stumbling into Film History. It's that personal perspective that lifts this book above the typical film book; reading it, I was reminded of a similar feeling I got from Andrew Lee Fielding's The Lucky Strike Papers, which I reviewed several years ago. Part memoir, part history lesson, books like this share one important quality: a passion for the subject that becomes contagious, that urges the reader forward into a world that they may not have previously been interested in; or, if they had, it turns that interest into something more, something that can enrich your life. (Note: there's no guarantee that you'll meet your future spouse, but it's almost a certainty that you'll make lifelong friends while you're at it.)

(By the way, some of you might notice that this is the third consecutive book review in which I've given a five-star review. That doesn't mean I'm free with my stars; it does mean that I've been fortunate to have encountered some excellent books recently. And at my age, when it comes to books on TV and movies, it becomes harder and harder to spend my reading time otherwise.)

Lon Davis has been called a "Champion of the Silent Cinema," but more than that, he also tells quite a story, one you'll want to read—whether you realize it now or not. TV  

December 1, 2023

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At Cult TV Blog, John looks at the late 1980s American series Max Headroom, and the prescient episode "Blanks," and how it does a pretty good job of predicting the kind of world we live in today. The episode echoes several points I've made in my "Descent into Hell" series, and John does a very good job of distilling things.

A new occasional feature debuts this week at Comfort TV, as David reviews his 50 favorite classic TV characters, beginning with Hayden Rorke's portrayal of Dr. Alfred Bellows in I Dream of Jeannie—the man who knows something crazy is happening, but looks like a fool when he points it out. Not unlike our times today. 

At the Broadcast Archives, take a look at one of the most unusual ways to display the end credits ever seen on television: from the children's show Big Top

Andrew Solt's second script for Alfred Hitchcock Presents, "The Legacy," is the topic of Jack's Hitchcock Project this week at bare•bones e-zine. It's a love story with a very successful twist, starring Jacques Bergerac, Leora Dana, and Ralph Clanton.

It's movie review time at Classic Film & TV Café, and one of the movies Rick looks at is The V.I.P.s, a movie I've seen mentioned a time or three in various TV Guides. And what a cast—Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor, Louis Jourdan, Rod Taylor, Maggie Smith, Orson Welles, and Margaret Rutherford, who took home a Best Supporting Actress Oscar for her work.

At The View from the Junkyard, Mike looks at the Star Trek animated series episode "The Terratin Incident," which takes full advantage of the difference between live action and animation to present a story of what happens when the crew is shrunk in size and have to figure out what to do to survive.

Perhaps I'm just making up for my critique of today's Christmas movies, but I rather liked Terence's story at A Shroud of Thoughts detailing TCM's Christmas movie selection for this month. They're not all favorites, but with a mix of romance, murder, cynicism, satire, comedy, and drama, it's a durn sight better than what they're making now.

Finally, at Splice Today, Tom DiVenti says, "There's nothing better than good ol' television," and tells a story I can readily identify with—and I'm sure many of you would agree! TV  

May 6, 2022

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I love to start the week with something provocative, don't you? What's that, you say? You don't? Well, if that's the case, feel free to skip down to the next link, which isn't provocative, only interesting. For the rest of you, this article at Human Events is a few months old, but I just found out about it: Bill Hurrell writes about how the series Glee may well have marked the start of the woke movement in television. Agree with him or not, it's precisely this in-depth treatment of television as a cultural avitar that this site is all about. 

One thing you can be sure of in an episode called "A Man Greatly Beloved" is that there's more to it than meets the eye. Find out what Sir Cedric Hardwicke's secret is when you read Jack's review of this 1957 Hitchcock story, based on Sarett Rudley's script, at bare-bones e-zine.

Is there anyone out there who wouldn't want to be The Man With the Power? Well, these kinds of things can be more trouble than they're worth, and at Cult TV Blog, John looks at how complicated it can be in the Power episode "The Mind Beyond." 

You may recall that awhile back, David began a quest to watch at least one episode of every prime time network television series to air in the 1970s. Find out how he's doing at Comfort TV, where he's up to Monday, 1970. How many of these shows do you remember?

Despite the snarking about how unrealistic sitcoms of the classic TV era are, Leave It to Beaver is, paradoxically, more popular now than it was when it originally aired. Read about the show's 1962 episodes this week at Television's New Frontier: The 1960s.

Two obituaries of television stars from the '70s and '80s feature at A Shroud of Thoughts, as Terence pays tribute to the careers of David Birney and Joanna Barnes, both of whom died at the end of April; Birney aged 83 and Barnes 87, and both of them leaving us with plenty of fine performances.

Finally, at Classic Film & TV Cafe, Rick has an interview with Samantha Glasser on the inaugural Columbus Moving Picture Show, which takes place May 26-29 of this year. Given that we now live about three hours from Columbus, we might have to consider this trip; if not this year, then in the future. Sounds like fun, doesn't it? TV  

May 16, 2020

6 from the '60s: National Classic Movie Day

The 1960s may have been the grooviest decade, but my selections for Classic Film & TV Café's "6 from the '60s," in honor of National Classic Movie Day, are decidedly not groovy movies, although a couple of them are very cool and one of them is simply weird. This may say more about me than I'd like to admit, so we'll dispense with any attempt at psychoanalysis and go straight to the picks.

Since I primarily write about television, it's worth noting that of these six films, I've only seen one of them in a theater, and that was after I'd already seen it twice on TV. I do own all six, though, and I don't buy movies lightly; I have to be pretty sure I'm going to watch them more than once before I make the investment. In fact, I think the 1960s were a terrific decade for movies, and I probably could have come up with a dozen different combinations of two dozen different films. However, this list is the first one I wrote down, as soon as Rick announced it, and I've found it's usually best to stick with first instincts. I don't pretend that I'm listing them in any kind of order other than the chronological order in which they came out; any one of the six could be my favorite depending on my mood, the time of day, the weather outside, and a hundred other factors. But enough—let's get to the list!


The Manchurian Candidate (1962)

Director: John Frankenheimer
Stars: Frank Sinatra, Laurence Harvey, Angela Lansbury, Janet Leigh


I was introduced to The Manchurian Candidate on NBC’s Saturday Night at the Movies back in 1974. It was an impressionable time for me; I was in high school, beginning to cultivate my interest in politics as a career, and I was making my way through the canon of political thrillers: Seven Days in May, The Best Man, and Fail-Safe. Now, it was never my intent to attain the White House through Communist infiltration, any more than it was through a military coup or high-level blackmail (or at least the first two), but this was drama played out at the highest level, and I was hooked.

The Manchurian Candidate is often considered, at least partly, a satire, but that’s not the way I saw it then, nor is it how I see it today. It’s true that there are elements that could be thought of that way (especially in Richard Condon’s novel of the same name), but the story itself is far too dark (underscored by David Amram’s score and the stark black-and-white cinematography) and the performances too intense for that, especially Angela Lansbury, who’s about as far away from Jessica Fletcher as she would be if she was playing Linda Lovelace; she’s so icy, your blood will run colder than hers. Sinatra is wonderful, proving himself again to be one of the few singers who can transition to an acting role with no trace of singing in it. Laurence Harvey, as the brainwashed assassin, and Janet Leigh, whose meeting with Sinatra may not be as coincidental as it seems, round out an extraordinary cast.

John Frankenheimer’s direction is visually stunning, most memorably in an early scene involving Khigh Dhiegh as a ChiCom operative displaying brainwashed American soldiers to a group of fellow communist officials, a scene that transitions seamlessly between scientific presentation and garden party, but there’s also a man who gets shot through a milk carton, a costume party involving the queen of diamonds, and a chase scene through Madison Square Garden during a presidential nominating convention. As the story unfolds, Frankenheimer ramps up the tension, culminating in a shocking conclusion delivering a massive payoff. I don’t think the country was ready for a movie like The Manchurian Candidate in 1962, a cynical psycho-thriller contained in a Cold War wrapper, but the mark of its greatness is that even today, when we’ve become accustomed to corruption, manipulation, and conspiracy, The Manchurian Candidate retains the power to shock and disturb.



This Sporting Life (1963)

Director: Lindsay Anderson
Stars: Richard Harris, Rachel Roberts


Stop me if you’ve heard this before, or at least indulge me while I repeat myself. Back in my college days, whenever I was doing research in the library I'd spend the last half hour or so in the periodicals section, looking at old issues of TV Guide. My favorite issues, besides those for Christmas and New Year's, were the ones that contained the close-ups for the annual Academy Awards telecasts. I'd look at the lists of best picture nominees, and the pictures of the nominated actors and actresses (this was before the days of TCM or AMC, when classic movies on TV weren't as common), and I'd make lists of the movies that I was unfamiliar with and looked interesting, and then watch for them to pop up in TV Guide. I saw a lot of movies that way, including several that almost made this listTom Jones, Séance on a Wet Afternoon, Saturday Night and Sunday Morning, The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runnerbut none of them made the impression on me of This Sporting Life.

I didn't know what to expect, maybe something set in the lush English countryside: I hadn't yet heard of the Angry Young Man school or the Kitchen Sink Drama. It didn't take long to find out, thoughI was blindsided from the start, with Roberto Gerhard's tense, atonal score and Lindsay Anderson's use of quick-cut flashbacks setting the stage for a gritty, grimy story (based on the novel by David Storey, who also wrote the screenplay) set in working-class England of the early 1960s and rendered appropriately in black-and-white. Richard Harris plays Frank Machin, a coal miner who finds focus for his brutish lifestyle as a professional rugby player. As he wins acclaim for his performance on the pitch, he tries to become more than "just a great ape on a football field" through a romance with his landlady, the widowed Mrs. Hammond (Roberts). Be forewarned, though: this isn't the classic American "feel good" sports movie, but a dark, often ugly look at people trapped in prisons, whether from class, circumstances, or through their own making. 

This Sporting Life was Lindsay Anderson's feature film directorial debut; it made many 10-best lists for the year, and both Harris and Roberts (who was at the time married to Rex Harrison) were nominated for Oscars for their powerful performances. This Sporting Life changed the way I looked at movies and the kinds of stories they could tell. It is a masterpiece of desolation.


Point Blank (1967)

Director: John Boorman
Stars: Lee Marvin, Angie Dickinson, Keenan Wynn


There seems to be an anecdote behind each one of these movies, and this is no exception.  A writer at another site was relating his initial view of the scene in which Lee Marvin is seen striding purposely down a long corridor. The view switches back and forth between Marvin's character and an attractive blonde getting out of bed, going about her business, getting her hair done, and so forth. Marvin's expression never changes, nor does his determination. The viewer looked at the cast and imagined he'd be seeing a touching reunion between Marvin and Angie Dickinson (he originally assumed Dickinson was that woman; it was actually Sharon Acker); about a minute into the clip, he found out he was wrong. Boy, was he wrong. The explosiveness of that scene, following a buildup of tension, is Point Blank in a nutshell.  

Marvin, in what I consider his greatest role, plays Walker, a criminal mastermind and a very dangerous man. During a heist, Walker is shot and left for dead by his best friend, Reese (John Vernon), who takes all the loot and absconds with Walker's wife (Acker). But, surprise! Walker isn't dead, just angryvery angry and looking to do whatever it takes to get his money back. But therein lies the rub; Walker doesn't want power or wealth or a position in "The Organization," he only wants what's coming to him, his share of the heist. They never do understand that, to their ultimate misfortune; throughout, Walker leaves a trail of death and violence in his wake, although he's actually responsible for very little of it. He doesn't outright kill anyone, they just keep dying after their encounters with him. Well, there is a heavy who tries to get tough with Walker and gets the crap beaten out of him instead, but for the most part it's a case of the bad guys eliminating themselves.  

Marvin, who got the clout to do a movie like this through having won an Oscar for Cat Ballou, should have won a second for this, but he had to remain content with making a cult classic that's grown in critical esteem through the years. He was fortunate to work with John Boorman, who shared his vision for the movie, and to whom Marvin deferred his contractual control over script and cast. Thanks to the combination of actor and director, Point Blank transcends the boundaries of pulp crime drama to become one of the great movies of the decade.



The Producers (1967)

Director: Mel Brooks
Stars: Zero Mostel, Gene Wilder


Many years ago, I was working for a thoroughly disreputable company, serving on a committee intended to raise employee morale. It was a foolish choice on their part, asking a confirmed cynic like me to do something like this; it just showed what a poor judge of talent they were, as I eventually found out. At any rate, one of the ideas was to hold occasional movie days, and I suggested The Producers. Once they found out the plot, the committee voted it down, fearing that a movie that played Hitler for laughs might offend someone. As I said, they didn't deserve me.

There has to be a comedy on this list, right? Well, The Producers ranks as one of the best pieces of outrageous humor ever, benefiting not only from Mel Brooks's sense of the absurd, but also from Brooks's absence in the cast. He wasn't needed, not with a cast that includes Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder already there. Underneath that unscrupulous, larcenous veneer of Mostel's larger-than-life Max Bialystock lies a true sense of humanity; he wants to be rich, sure, but he never really looks to hurt anyone. He's teamed up with Wilder's timid accountant Leo Bloom, who unwittingly suggests a scheme to bilk investors by overselling shares in an production so intentionally bad that it'll close after one night. Leo's not a crook at heart, but under Max's spell, he finds himself alive (and unafraid) for the first time in his life.  Throw in Kenneth Mars as the insane playwright of "Springtime for Hitler," and Dick Shawn as a hippie Hitler, and you have everything you need for a truly demented movie. In a good way, of course; Brooks won an Oscar for his brilliant screenplay, and Wilder was nominated for Supporting Actor for the hysterical Leo.

If The Manchurian Candidate was "unthinkable" back in 1962, The Producers might be just as unthinkable today. We're so quick to offend, and I don't know that the Broadway version could even have been made had not the movie already existed. The joke was never that Hitler was funny, or that making fun of him was offensive. No, the audience that made "Springtime for Hitler" a hit (unfortunately, for Max and Leo) understood that comedy levels the playing field, that satirizing Hitler makes him human enough for us to understand that he could happen again someday, if we're not careful. 


2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)

Director: Stanley Kubrick
Stars: Keir Dullea, Gary Lockwood, Douglas Rein (voice only)


I've never been to one of those parties where someone hypnotizes people as a kind of parlor trick, and before anyone knows it they're braying like donkeys, barking like dogs, or clucking like chickens, after which everyone chuckles at their embarrassment. It's obvious I don't know the right kind of people, or else these things would happen to me all the time. But the closest I've ever come to being hypnotized was while watching 2001 for the first time, when I was sucked into the Star Gate along with Dave Bowman—and I wasn't under the influence of any substance at the time, other than my television set.

I've 2001 many times since, including twice in the theater, and it's never quite hit me the same way it did that first time. There are other aspects that, upon repeated viewing, have made a deep impression on me, from the guarded nature of Dr. Floyd (William Sylvester) to the taciturn performances of Keir Dullea and Gary Lockwood as the ill-fated astronauts, the impassive voice of HAL (Douglas Rein), and most of all the overwhelming loneliness of space. The music leaves me spellbound, the vastness of the universe, especially in the theater, is awesome, and I even love the parodies of it; every time I see the end of Laserblast, a truly execrable movie, on MST3K, it makes me want to see 2001 again. It's an epic, every bit as much as Ben-Hur or Lawrence of Arabia

But for all that, and even though I appreciate that Star Gate scene more every time, I've never been as memorized—hypnotized, if you will—than that initial viewing on TV back in 1977.  I don't think I ever want to understand this movie, in the way that one might understand Casablanca or The Maltese Falcon.  In the end, 2001 is not just an odyssey, it's a mystery, one of those ethereal substances that never quite settle into a solid object.  When you understand too much about anything, you lose some of the mystery, and it was the mystery that first captured my attention all those years ago - and continues to do so today.


Bullitt (1968)

Director: Peter Yates
Stars: Steve McQueen, Robert Vaughn, Jacqueline Bisset, Don Gordon


The car chase. That's the first thing you think about, isn't it, when you think of Bullitt. That, and the King of Cool. Steve McQueen. It's impossible to envision anyone else in the role of Lt. Frank Bullitt; McQueen is so cool, as Zaphod Beeblebrox would say, you could keep a side of beef next to him for a week; so cool, even his improbable last name makes sense. So cool, you don't even notice Jacqueline Bisset. Much. 

Bullitt has a strong supporting cast: Robert Vaughn is as smarmy as he's ever been as an insufferably smug, politically ambitious senator (is there any other kind?); Don Gordon is very good in a rare good-guy role as Bullitt's partner; and Simon Oakland appropriately exasperated as Bullitt's boss.  But it always comes back to McQueen, and that scene—the greatest car chase in the history of movies, and that includes The French Connection and every Fast & Furious movie ever made. No matter how many times you see it, and I've seen it a few times, it takes your breath away. That's due mostly to Peter Yates's use of driver's POV shots, and film editing that rightly won an Oscar. In the end, though, it comes back to McQueen. A lesser actor would have been overwhelmed by it, diminishing the character's stature, but not him. And you believe McQueen's behind the wheel, as, indeed, he often is. It wouldn't be nearly as effective if Bullitt was played by, for example, Wally Cox. (Nor would it have been quite the same if it had taken place in Lincoln, Nebraska. There's a lot to be said for on-location shooting in San Francisco.) 

Steve McQueen proved he could act with his Oscar nomination for The Sand Pebbles, but for my money this is quintessential McQueen and quintessential action. It's one of those movies that, whenever I run across it while I'm surfing, I watch it to the end, even though I own it. It's defined by the car chase in the same way that Ben-Hur is defined by the chariot race, but make no mistake: this movie belongs to the King of Cool. We just live in his shadow.


This is part of the "6 from the '60s" Blogathon in celebration of National Classic Movie Day (May 16th). Click here for a list of participating blogsand then watch a classic movie! TV  

May 17, 2019

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Does the Dali Lama read It's About TV?
I think most of us who are of a certain age got their introduction to many classic movies by seeing them on television, and so it's fitting that Classic Film and TV Cafe helps celebrate National Classic Movie Day with five favorite films from the 1950s. And if that's not enough, Once Upon a Screen chips in as well. How many of these did you first see on TV?

And how many of these did you first hear on TV? It's the conclusion to David's 100 most memorable songs introduced by classic TV at Comfort TV. And yes, this list is filled with classics that will give you an earworm if you're not careful.

Back to movies for a sec; RealWeegieMidget has some great stills from Joan Crawford's appearance on The Man from U.N.C.L.E., one of several two-part episodes over the run of the series that were turned into theatrical releases.

At Garroway at Large, Jodie takes us back to the premiere of Today, and gives us what may be our best (and certainly most fascinating) look at what the RCA Exhibition Hall, home of the Today set, looked like. The set only made up a small part of that large building, after all.

The Horn Section is back to Love That Bob!, with this week's episode being "Bob Tangles With Ruthie," first broadcast in 1957. Bob Cummings is, I think, an often-overlooked TV star of the 1950s and 60s, and it's good to be reminded how funny this show was.

The Broadcast Archives at the University of Maryland links to this Vanity Fair story about how Carl Reiner went toe-to-toe with CBS over the content of a classic Dick Van Dyke episode, and almost left the series because of it. Of such things is television history made.

Television's New Frontier: the 1960s has made it to Maverick in 1961, in which the show's  fourth and fifth seasons are seen. Creator Roy Huggins and star James Garner have both left, but with Jack Kelly still carrying the water (along with Roger Moore and a very brief appearance by Robert Colbert), the series still manages to hit some of the highs it was always known for.

And finally, two entertainment giants died this week, Doris Day and Tim Conway. I seldom have the time anymore to do the kinds of obituaries I like to do, but at A Shroud of Thoughts, Terence has fine appreciations of both Conway and Day. We won't see their likes again. TV  

January 6, 2018

This week in TV Guide: January 8, 1966

This week ABC kicks off its second season (it even calls it that in its ads) with a number of new shows to replace the old shows that had failed during the fall. So farewell, O.K. Crackerby!, au revoir Shindig, auf wiedersehen The King Family, adiós Amos Burke, Secret Agent. In their place, welcome Blue Light, Robert Goulet's attempt to become a dramatic TV star; The Double Life of Henry Phyfe with Red Buttons; and The Baron, the British series starring the American actor Steve Forrest.* But it's the fourth series, premiering on Wednesday, that I want to talk about here.

*The Baron was the first ITC show without marionettes to be produced entirely in color, a singular distinction. Bonus tidbit: Steve Forrest was the younger brother of Dana Andrews.

"Criminals are a superstitious, cowardly lot, so my disguise must be able to strike terror into their hearts. I must be a creature of the night." It shouldn't be too difficult to imagine Adam West speaking those lines, though I'm not sure they ever appeared anywhere other than the issue of Detective Comics that introduced Batman to the world. And though the show ran only for a little over two years, until March 14, 1968, it became, for a short time, the most influential program on television. Not only did it make camp a high art form on American television, it turned West and Burt Ward into household names, made the role of "Guest Villain" into one of the most coveted on television, spawned a second series based on a comic book hero (The Green Hornet), and influenced a change in direction for such existing shows as The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

This week's inaugural episode, "Hey Diddle Diddle*," introduces us to Frank Gorshin in the memorable role of the Riddler, with Jill St. John as his sidekick Molly, out to steal the priceless pachyderm statue The Mammoth of Moldavia from the Gotham City World's Fair. It concludes the following night with "Smack in the Middle," in which the evil fiends receive their comeuppance.

*Yes, I know the title was actually "Hi Diddle Diddle," but it's "Hey" in the TV Guide. This strikes another blow to accuracy in the media.

Interesting notes in the listing - Lorenzo Semple Jr., who wrote the script for the original version of Casino Royale, wrote this script; Neal Hefti, who wrote the theme for The Odd Couple and worked with Woody Herman, Count Basie, and Frank Sinatra, did the theme; and the incidental music was by Nelson Riddle, who most famously did the arrangements for Sinatra's comeback. (With two connections like those, it's interesting that Sinatra never did one of the window appearances.)

Open question: was there ever a series with a shorter run that had a more significant cultural influence on its time than Batman?

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No "Sullivan vs. The Palace" this week, and when that happens it's usually because of a pre-emption on ABC's part. This week, however, CBS pre-empts not only Ed, but Lassie and My Favorite Martian, for the annual presentation of The Wizard of Oz, with wraparound segments hosted by Danny Kaye.

From the first broadcast in 1956
In this age when even classic movies are played over and over on various channels (not that I'm complaining, mind you), it's hard to understand what an event The Wizard of Oz was. It was always presented as a special, rather than in one of CBS's regular movie timeslots, with a host from one of CBS's prime-time programs. It was also always broadcast in color (except for 1961), even when color televisions were a rarety in homes.* For the first few years, it was shown in December, as part of CBS's holiday programming, and it was invariably one of the highest rated programs of the year. When it was eventually joined on TV by its MGM stablemate Gone with the Wind, the two became the most highly anticipated movies shown on television. (The always-reliable Wikipedia, in this article, has more on the Wizard's television history.)

*In this issue, a note along with the description advises views that "The first 22 minutes of this movie are in black and white."

The Wizard of Oz was the true definition of a "special," a show that families made plans to watch and incorporated as part of their annual seasonal traditions. I appreciate how you can now see the movie just about any time you want, and how you can see it without commercial interruption (both on TCM and in its home video incarnations), but at the same time that very familarity has made it somehow less special, if you know what I mean. I suppose it's one of the tradeoffs that we always seem to be making.

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One program this week that definitely is not an event is the NFL Playoff Bowl (Sunday, 12:30 p.m., CBS), an absolutely awful excuse for a football game. The game pitted the second-place teams in the Eastern and Western Conferences in what amounted to a game for third place, and was a benefit for the NFL players' pension fund.* It was played in Miami, started in the years before the Dolphins were created, and was another way for the NFL to increase its visibility. This year's combatants are the Baltimore Colts and Dallas Cowboys, and probably because Miami was part of the Colts' TV territory in the pre-Dolphin years, this year's game will draw a record crowd of 65,569. The Colts reward that crowd with a 35-3 victory. The game disappears after the NFL-AFL merger.

*Nobody wanted to play in this game; Packers coach Vince Lombardi, whose teams won five championships during the ten years the game existed, derisively referred to it as the "Shit Bowl."

In other sports, the final college football game of the season is played: the Senior Bowl all-star game (Saturday, 1:00 p.m., NBC). The Pro Bowlers Tour returns to ABC on the same date (2:30 p.m.), as does Shell's Wonderful World of Golf  (NBC, 4:00 p.m.). It's also a return to TV for college basketball; in these unenlightened days when there weren't 50 games a week on television, most nonconference games are seen primarily as tuneups for the far more important conference schedule beginning in January; when the important games start, they're back on TV.

And the NBA isn't exactly big-time yet, either. Yes, now that we're in January ABC has its Game of the Week Sunday afternoons (it's New York vs. Baltimore this week, by the way), but when it comes to the league's All-Star Game, it's being shown via syndication on Tuesday night at 7:30 p.m., live from Cincinnati Gardens. Harry Carey (Holy Cow!) and Jack Buck report the action.

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Throughout the 60s and early 70s, TV Guide's reviews were written by the witty and acerbic Cleveland Amory. Whenever we get the chance, we'll look at Cleve's latest take on the series of the era. 

After all these years of reviewing Cleveland Amory's reviews, we have finally arrived at vintage Amory, the perfect Amory, the review that combines his puns and acerbic wit to produce a sparkling prose that leaves no doubt as to where he stands on the program in question.

Juliet Prowse and Denny Miller
That program is Mona McCluskey, starring singer-dancer Juliet Prowse, and somehow - it being January 1966 - it has managed to survive its premiere, which was September 16, 1965. Our first indication as to Mona's difficulties comes with Amory's initial paragraph: "There are five principle troubles with this show - the idea, the writing, the acting, the directing and the producing." Other than that... The premise of Mona McCluskey is that of an Air Force sergeant married to a movie star; the sergeant, being the breadwinner of the family, insists that they live off of his $500 monthly salary, rather than her $5,000 weekly earnings, and if this idea sounds not just thin but also more than a little stupid, then you're not alone. "It is," writes Amory "quite a problem all right - and a Happy New Year to you too."

As for the writing, all one has to do is look at episode titles such as "Mail Against Female," "the touching saga of the little woman who can't resist opening her male's mail," or "My Husband the Wife Beater," based on the classic misunderstanding when a couple of maiden aunts overhear a "marital pillow fight" and assume the worst. The head writer and show's creator, Don McGuire, has done better - he wrote the screenplay for the classic Bad Day at Black Rock, but, says Cleve, "we asure you, however bad things were at the Ol' Rock, the day he first thought of this show was worse."

The acting is "led" by Denny Miller as the sergeant; his credits say he was "first choice to become Hollywood's 12th Tarzan in the film 'Tarzan, the Ape Man.' For this show, however, he would be our 13th choice - and the only reason he would be that high is that he overacts less tha the rest of the cast." Included in that assessment is star Juliet Prowse, "who is one of our favorites as a dancer, [but] as an actress she is one of our least favorites." Says Cleve, "The best that can be said for her is that - particularly in the cutesy-cutesy love scenes, of which there are about six each half hour, not including the commercials - she is actually fascinating; unfortunately, in much the same way that a school play is fascinating when your child isn't in it."

There can be no question that "When so many actors are so bad, the directors have to be at fault." George Burns, who really ought to know better, is the producer of all this, along with United Artists Television, "which obviously does not." In any case, writes Amory, there can be only one conclusion: "Together they have managed to produce a show whose premise would be irritating enough in real life. On TV it is positively excruciating."

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Richard Warren Lewis has an interesting article on Lola Albright, the former Peter Gunn flame who pinch-hit for the ill Dorothy Malone on Peyton Place, and while it's certainly enlightening reading about Lola's stormy third marriage (and her troubled second marriage as well), her battles with insomnia, her seeing a psychiatrist and the like, what I find most intriguing about it all is the very fact of one actress temporarily replacing another on a series.

Malone had suffered a life-threating pulmonary embolism and was in the hospital after a seven-and-a-half-hour emergency operation, leaving Peyton Place producer Paul Monash with a dilemma. His two choices were to either write Malone's character, Constance Mackenzie Carson, out of the series, or bring on someone who could essay the role until Malone was able to return. Considering how vital Constance was to the storyline, there wasn't really any choice, and the call went out to Albright. It happens all the time in daytime soap operas.

Would this happen today? You'll recall that when Raymond Burr was incapacitated during the run of Perry Mason, several actors were brought in to play surrogate lawyers, including Hugh O'Brien, Walter Pidgeon, Bette Davis, and Mike Connors. Something like this could be done, and had to be done, because shows produced a lot more episodes back in the day. Variety show hosts like Red Skelton had guest hosts when they were sick, and this made sense because of the short leadtime between the show's taping and airing. Albright was brought in because a surrogate could never work in the complicated world of the soap.

The point is, I'd imagine that if something similar happened today the show would fill in with reruns until the star was able to return. If it looked like it was really going to be protracted, they might bring in someone in a similar role for awhile. One of the reasons why Monash had to bring in Albright was because you couldn't stop a soap opera in the middle of a story. I wonder - considering how serialized television has become, if the star of one of today's shows fell ill during a crucial point in middle of the storyline, one in which his or her character was absolutely essential to what was going on, what would the producers do? I tend to watch so little new television nowadays, I don't know but what this has already happened.

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Speaking of guest hosts and the like, Johnny Carson is subbing for Sammy Davis Jr. on Davis' variety show. (Friday, 7:30 p.m., NBC) Back in the early days of this blog, I wrote about Davis's show, and the puzzling contractual obligation with ABC that required Davis to sit out the second, third and fourth episodes of his own show. Carson's guests on Sammy's show are Mickey Rooney, Diahann Carroll, Joan Rivers, Bobby Van, Tony Mattola and Don Allan.

Elsewhere this week, Don Knotts returns to Mayberry for a class reunion on The Andy Griffith Show (Monday, CBS, 8:00 p.m.), while the aforementioned Dorothy Malone returns to Peyton Place on Tuesday night (8:30 p.m., ABC). CBS Reports is pre-empted for a documentary on "The Search for Ulysses," attempting to prove that the hero of Homer's "Odyssey" was a real man (Tuesday, 9:00 p.m.). Academy Award winner Simone Signoret makes a rare television appearance, appearing with George Maharis in the drama "A Small Rebellion" on Bob Hope's Chrysler Theatre (Wednesday, 8:00 p.m., NBC), and Eve Arden makes a post-Our Miss Brooks appearance Thursday on Bewitched (7:30 p.m., ABC). Also on Thursday, Mona McCluskey gives ample demonstration of why it only lasted one season: "Mike, who's broke, refuses to let Mona buy a color TV set - so Mona decides to plant a coin worth hundreds of dollars in his pocket."

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And now for some bonus Amory this week, although Amory himself is not the author. It comes from a very funny Letter to the Editor - the sole letter in this week's issue - by J. Harvey Howells of Brunswick, Maine, who was inspired to write in after reading about Amory's experience with his series O.K. Crackerby!, which ran a couple of weeks ago. In 1956, Howells won a Writers Guild award for Best TV Comedy of the Year for a script called "Goodbye, Grey Flannel," an episode of the anthology series Robert Montgomery Presents. It's the story of a Madison Avenue ad executive who escapes to a New England orchard only to find out that, as Howells puts it, "advertising is a state of mind, not geography." Soon, the exec, played by Lee Bowman, has organized the local farmers and has set up a new agency in his home.

Howells went on to work on other projects, and he's almost forgotten about this one when he's approached by George Chandler, who played Ichabod Lewis, the ringleader of the locals, who wondered if Howells owned the story. "I agreed to George becoming my 50-50 partner if he could sell it as a series, a possibility I thought remote." Before he knows it, though, a pilot is filmed, it tests high, and now it's on to financing the series itself. "Somewhere along the line," Howells writes, "I acquired six more partners, and my ownership fell to five percent. I didn't object; five percent of something was better than 100 percent of nothing. But when the title was amended to Ichabod and Me, I knew my baby was in for more than a change of diapers."

The series would focus not on Ichabod, but on "Me," played by Bob Sterling. ("See the parallel, Cleve?") The ad exec's ex-model wife was replaced by "a fat, jolly housekeeper such as never was in New England." The exec's bulldog, which had scored high in the pilot, was replaced by a "adenoidal boy-child" playing Me's orphaned son. "Retired ad me being old hat (sic), Me became a small-town newspaper editor, and if that wasn't a deep reach into the cliché closet, then Bob's your uncle." Howells won but one battle, and that was to keep the locale in New England, rather than moving it to Kansas "for more national empathy."

Needless to say, Ichabod and Me was no hit show, although unlike O.K. Crackerby! it did survive for an entire season, and Howells points out that he did make some good friends along the way, like George. "But I still can't understand why they bought my idea in the first place. Can you, Cleve?" TV