Sunday, February 09, 2014

When Ted Baxter Met Walter Cronkite



Mary (Mary Tyler Moore): [meeting Walter Cronkite] So nice to meet you. Really. Nice. Nice. Really.

Murray (Gavin MacLeod): [meeting Walter Cronkite] So nice to meet you. Really. Nice. Really.

It probably isn't most people's favorite Mary Tyler Moore Show episode.

Most people would probably say the "Chuckles Bites the Dust" episode is their favorite — and that would be hard to dispute.

And I do like that one.

But I also like the one that aired 40 years ago tonight, "Ted Baxter Meets Walter Cronkite."

When I was a kid, Cronkite was trusted by just about everyone — so much so that some people actually called him "Uncle Walter"

I don't remember how the writers for the Mary Tyler Moore Show established that Ted Baxter (Ted Knight) was an admirer of Cronkite. Maybe it was never really established — except for the presumption that viewers knew that the Mary Tyler Moore Show and Cronkite's evening news program were on the same network — CBS.

But Ted definitely was an admirer of Cronkite.

He also openly coveted a Teddy Award, the fictional (at least, I think it is) award for broadcasting excellence in the Minneapolis–St. Paul market, but he had never won one.

He had his acceptance speech all ready, and he launched into it on several occasions, often when he failed to win the award.

But this time he got to recite it for real — largely because he had campaigned for it. Uncharacteristically for Ted, he had invested a lot of money in it. I don't remember if the writers made him the only WJM staffer to win an award that night or not. I just remember that Ted won a Teddy, and the others resented the way he had won it.

The fact that Ted won a Teddy was enough to irritate his co–workers even if one or more also won a Teddy — but then came the coup de grâce — Cronkite was in town to see Lou (Ed Asner) and he happened to come by the TV station.

Lou had no choice but to introduce them. After introducing Cronkite to Mary and Murray, neither of whom distinguished themselves in the presence of such an important journalist, Lou introduced the legendary newsman to Ted — who had the idea that, somehow, Cronkite's visit was an unannounced audition for him. If he did well enough, Ted reasoned, he would be invited to be Cronkite's partner on the evening news.

So Ted took over, putting his arm around Cronkite's shoulder and delivering one of my all–time favorite lines: "Well, Walt, let's talk shop. Which words do you have trouble pronouncing?"

As they walked out the door of the newsroom, Ted was reciting that evening's newscast to Cronkite, who glanced back at Lou and said, "I'm going to get you for this."

Saturday, February 08, 2014

When Folks Weren't Afraid to Go in the Water



I remember when "Jaws" was the hottest bestseller I had ever seen — in the spring of 1974.

Everywhere one looked, a copy of the book could be seen — even in my small Arkansas hometown. I know there were bestsellers that swept over the landscape before, but I had never noticed one. Of course, I was a boy at the time. I didn't have much firsthand knowledge stored away in my mental files.

I have seen similar phenomena since, but I still don't think I have seen anything truly comparable to "Jaws."

It was first published in February of 1974; the movie rights were purchased before that happened so there was a lot of anticipation long before the book hit the shelves. It was on the hardback bestseller list for nearly a year.

The next year, everyone in my school seemed to be reading the paperback. Teachers tried for awhile to conceal their fascination with the book, but their cover was blown. Too many copies of "Jaws" had been spotted clumsily hidden in desks and purses, under jackets, even in the teachers' cars in the parking lot.

Students carried copies with their textbooks, and I was no exception. It was a real page turner, and I raced through it. I looked forward to the movie, which was scheduled to be released that summer. The movie is remembered now as the original summer blockbuster — although I never understood why savvy marketers never figured out before that summer was a great time to tap into the youth market.

There were several differences between the book and the movie. Most of those differences were minor, I suppose, although I thought there was one aspect of the novel — an affair between Sheriff Brody's wife and the young shark enthusiast, Matt Hooper — that was significant. There was no such affair in the movie, which changed a lot of other things about the story.

In the book, the sheriff suspected the affair and the thought gnawed at him even though he could not prove it. He bickered with Hooper when they were on the boat that went out in search of the shark. Frankly, when I read the book, I felt more empathy for the shark than I felt for the humans in the story.

The shark in the book finally died of injuries it had sustained in its battles with Brody, Hooper and the captain of the boat, Quint. It wasn't blown up in the Hollywoodesque way that Roy Scheider accomplished it in the movie.

In the novel, Hooper didn't survive his underwater encounter with the shark the way he did in the movie. It was Brody who made his way back to shore alone.

I don't remember people being hesitant to go in the water at the beach in the summer of '74. I remember when my family went to the beach in the summer of '74 and we all went in the water, but I do remember that anxiety in '75. Maybe I just imagined it based on media reports I read or saw. Isn't it funny how the visual influences us?

Friday, February 07, 2014

When Beatlemania Crossed the Pond



Many Americans probably knew little, if anything, about the Beatles when they arrived in America 50 years ago today.

That was understandable. John F. Kennedy had been assassinated 11 weeks earlier. Americans were in a daze, numb, grieving, shocked, scared. They weren't focused on pop culture.

Beatlemania was already in full force in England 50 years ago, and many Americans probably had already seen the Beatles in a four–minute segment on NBC's Huntley–Brinkley Report a few days before the assassination, but, in the dizzying flurry of events in late 1963, it would be understandable if few remembered.

(Then, as now, teenagers were more likely to be aware of shifts in pop culture than their elders, of course, and there was considerable excitement among the young on this day 50 years ago.)

CBS actually broadcast a segment on the Beatles on its morning news show the day of the assassination, a segment that was slated to be repeated on the evening news but was not, obviously, because of the events in Dallas. A couple of weeks later, CBS finally ran the segment on the evening news, prompting a hurried release of "I Want to Hold Your Hand" the day after Christmas.

The United States, consequently, was probably one of the last countries in the civilized world to recognize what was happening. But, like the rest of the world, music in America was dominated by Elvis Presley and the so–called "Memphis sound." Even the bands in Britain — the Beatles included — sought to emulate that sound, thinking it to be the key to their success.

But the Beatles — and the groups that followed them in the British invasion — were responsible for a new sound, and music lovers in America were looking for a new sound.

"Everything about them ... seemed outlandish, compared with American pop groups," writes Allan Kozinn in the New York Times. "And though their music was firmly rooted — as they were always quick to point out — in American rhythm and blues, soul and rock, they produced a sound that was fresh, energetic and unmistakably their own."

A lot of people in America were eager to hear that sound.

Roughly 4,000 people were on hand when the Beatles arrived at New York's John F. Kennedy Airport 50 years ago today — about the same number who saw them off at London's Heathrow Airport.

Two days later, they were introduced to the American people at large — via the Ed Sullivan Show — and set new records for TV viewership.

Beatlemania had arrived on American soil. America and the world would never be the same again.

Mel Brooks' Masterpiece?



"If you shoot him, you'll just make him mad."

Jim (Gene Wilder)

A friend of mine recently observed, after watching it again, that "Blazing Saddles" is still good after 40 years. "Why is that?" she asked.

I guess the answer to that is different for everyone. In my case, it's just always funny, no matter how many times I see it. Some movies (or sitcom episodes or comedy CDs) are like that. They always make me laugh, even though I know what is coming.

Others have much shorter shelf lives.

But "Blazing Saddles," which premiered on this day in 1974, always makes me laugh. It's one of those movies that you can just say the punchline and usually make the people around you laugh.

Such as ... "Mongo like candy." (I suppose that is my personal favorite.)

"Blazing Saddles" was like anything else Mel Brooks did. It was simply silly fun, usually offensive to someone, in some respects a guilty pleasure, I guess.

It might have been his masterpiece, though.

Whatever you might say about any other Mel Brooks movie — that, for example, it was not politically correct — went double for "Blazing Saddles."

In many ways, Brooks seemed to save his most objectionable stuff for "Blazing Saddles."

Like this line (delivered by Slim Pickens) on testing for quicksand: "Horses? We cain't afford t' lose no horses, you dummy! Send in a couple–a niggers."

The "N–word," as it is called now, was abundant in "Blazing Saddles." I can only wonder what kind of response this movie would get if it was making its debut today. Would people appreciate the satire? Or would they focus only on the use of an offensive word?

The head of Warner Bros. objected to the word at the time — but he also objected to the campfire scene and the scene in which Mongo punched a horse, two of the scenes I hear mentioned the most. He wanted those scenes and every use of that word cut from the final product, but Brooks had complete control and ignored the complaints.

A few years ago, in an interview that served as the basis for an article in the Directors Guild of America's magazine, the DGA Quarterly, Brooks said he probably would have to leave out the N–words if he made the movie today.

Interestingly, both actor Cleavon Little and writer Richard Pryor encouraged the word's use 40 years ago.

Frankly, it would be wrong for anyone to take offense at anything Brooks said or did in his movies. He was impartial about that, an equal–opportunity offender. He made fun of blacks, but he made fun of whites, too. He made fun of Jews, but he also made fun of Christians. He made fun of women, but he also made fun of men. He spared no one.

I have always thought his humor was — mostly — just plain silly. If I had a complaint about Brooks' humor, it was that I often thought it lacked sophistication. Sometimes I thought his humor was a little, well, obvious. I like wit that catches you by surprise. But that's just me. There have certainly been times over the years when I have felt that the humor on Saturday Night Live was just plain silly, lacking sophistication, a little obvious. But I still watch it. (OK, I don't watch it as often as I did, but I do watch it.)

I guess it isn't everyone's cup of tea, but it seems to appeal to most people in a guilty pleasure kind of way. I always liked what Roger Ebert said about it: "It's a crazed grabbag of a movie that does everything to keep us laughing except hit us over the head with a rubber chicken."

Ebert conceded that the movie's goal wasn't lofty — merely to make people laugh.

"It's an audience picture," Ebert wrote, "it doesn't have a lot of classy polish and its structure is a total mess."

And, yet, Brooks always makes me laugh. Saturday Night Live does that, too. Not as much as it once did, but still ...

Did you know that Brooks wanted John Wayne to make a cameo appearance? Wayne declined. He loved the script and assured Brooks he would be "the first in line" to see the movie, but he thought the risqué material wasn't right for his image.

Others have been more willing to publicly embrace the movie. The American Film Institute ranked it #6 on AFI's list of the Top 100 comedies. And the Academy Awards recognized it with three nominations.

Madeline Kahn received one of those nominations — for Best Supporting Actress, which she lost to Ingrid Bergman. It was Kahn's second straight Best Supporting Actress nomination. She was nominated for her work in "Paper Moon" but lost to co–star Tatum O'Neal.

For my money, Harvey Korman could have received a nomination. At one point in the movie, his character actually does say, "You men are only risking your lives while I am risking an almost certain Academy Award nomination for Best Supporting Actor."

But Korman was not nominated. The movie received its two other nominations for film editing and best original song.

He could have been nominated. It was one of the best things he ever did. Likewise for Kahn, who was nominated.

And it is one of the best things Wilder has done. (Wilder wasn't nominated for "Blazing Saddles," but he has been nominated for Oscars twice, both times for Brooks projects.)

All the folks who worked on "Blazing Saddles" deserve to have it mentioned in the lead paragraphs of their obituaries when they die — as it was when Kahn's death was reported in the New York Times in 1999 and when Korman's death was reported in the Los Angeles Times in 2008.

Thursday, February 06, 2014

Re-creating a Miracle



"[N]ow that we have Dream Teams, we seldom ever get to dream. But on one weekend, as America and the world watched, a group of remarkable young men gave the nation what it needed most — a chance, for one night, not only to dream, but a chance, once again, to believe."

Herb Brooks (Kurt Russell)

All my life, I have told people that the book is better than the movie — any book, any movie.

The same is true, I suppose, of movies that are based on real events.

It certainly was true of the gold–medal winning U.S. Olympic hockey team in 1980. I am not a hockey fan, but I will never forget the thrill of seeing the U.S. topple the mighty Soviets on that February day in 1980.

By the time I saw "Miracle," which premiered 10 years ago today, I had reached certain conclusions. For one, I believed it was impossible to duplicate dramatic sports moments like that, and, for the most part, that is true. I didn't believe that just because of the 1980 U.S. hockey team's triumph, although that did support my conclusion. But "Miracle" did manage to give viewers a sense of what the experience was like.

The story itself was so preposterous that it had to be the product of a creative mind. The American hockey team goes into the Olympics a few days after being thoroughly dominated by the Soviet team — and minus a player who was injured against the Soviets — and goes on to win the gold medal.

That U.S. hockey team overcame all kinds of obstacles, including a rematch with the Soviets.

Kurt Russell, as coach Herb Brooks, was inspiring — but I never truly figured out if that was because his performance really was inspiring or because I already knew how the story ended and I was inspired by what I knew Brooks had accomplished. (I do have my suspicions.)

I couldn't help wondering if anyone could have played Herb Brooks and been inspiring. I mean, with that kind of material, how could you go wrong?

But then I realized that really wasn't the right way to look at it. The story of the 1980 U.S. hockey team was the story of the coach. The gold medal was the culmination of his vision.

(OK, I'll admit that I am influenced now by my own experience as a teacher.)

Patricia Clarkson — a very talented actress — played Brooks' wife and was good with what she had, but hers was a small role. I don't know how much she influenced that hockey team, but there were clear indications that the marriage was a solid partnership. I'm sure Patti Brooks played more of a role in the development of the team than was suggested — but to establish it in the film might have made it impossibly long for most moviegoers.

I think the best decision that was made by those who put the movie together was to cast unknowns in the roles of the hockey players. Using famous young actors would have distracted too much from the story.

Besides, none of the hockey players was a household name before the Winter Olympics. Neither was Brooks. It was appropriate that unknowns accomplished on film what unknowns accomplished on the ice a quarter of a century earlier.

There were no expectations for the U.S. hockey team that February. In his playing days, Brooks had been dropped from the '60 gold medal–winning team just prior to the Olympics. It is safe to say there were no expectations for him, either, even though he coached the University of Minnesota to three national championships.

When the U.S. won the gold medal, the reaction was unlike anything I have seen in my lifetime. "Miracle" did a remarkable job of recapturing that.

"Great moments are born from great opportunity."

Herb Brooks (Kurt Russell)

I don't know if Brooks' inspiring locker–room speech really happened. If it didn't, it should have, I suppose. Any good sports movie needs that motivational speech that — supposedly — gives the team that one final advantage that makes the difference between winning and losing.

Maybe that no–name squad needed that emotional boost just before taking on the mighty Soviets who had humbled them in an Olympic warmup less than a month earlier. Maybe the team just came together at the right time and didn't really need any more motivation that night.

But in a story that sounds too good to be true (except that it was true), if the writers made up Brooks' speech, they did a good job of what had to be done — making it a plausible part of a totally implausible story.

They justified their paychecks ...

... and inspired a generation of moviegoers.

Wednesday, February 05, 2014

The Return of the Thinking Man's Western



"It's not dying I'm talking about, it's living."

Gus McCrae (Robert Duvall)

I remember vividly when "Lonesome Dove" made its first appearance on American television 25 years ago tonight.

I was a graduate journalism student at the University of North Texas working at the local newspaper to help with my expenses. On Saturday night, Feb. 4, there was plenty of excitement around the paste–up board for the front page of the entertainment section in the next morning's paper. The entire front page was devoted to the scheduled broadcast of the first installment of "Lonesome Dove" that night.

Believe me, in those days it was rare to see the front page of any section of that paper devoted to a single topic. It was also rare for the entertainment section to require any work on Saturday night — usually, that sort of thing was done during the week. But it reflected the general enthusiasm for the subject — an enthusiasm I had not anticipated. I knew Larry McMurtry's novel had been very successful a few years earlier and had won the Pulitzer Prize, but I had not read it yet so I didn't understand what was happening.

What was happening? Well, I guess the best way to describe it would be that the book was the barely perceptible start of a cultural seismic shift and the miniseries was its inevitable result, a transition to a renaissance for the western enjoyed on TV and the big screen.

(It also led to a revival of the TV miniseries, but the western genre really is the focus of my attention today. Still, a pretty good argument can be made that the boost for the miniseries has been the longer lasting of the two.)

If I had read the book before the miniseries, I'm sure I would have recognized the phenomenon. It was the same thing that happened when "Jaws" was a bestseller — everywhere you looked, people were carrying copies under their arms, in their backpacks and purses. They could be seen reading the book at bus stops, in waiting rooms, everywhere.

Then, when the movie came out, there were lines at theaters everywhere for weeks.

My mother read "Lonesome Dove" before the TV miniseries, and I found myself asking her questions after each installment. Did it happen that way in the book? I asked her repeatedly. Or did the screenwriters make that up?

Mom insisted the series was true to the novel. I remember that she was particularly impressed with the scene in which Jake (Robert Urich) was hanged by his old buddies for being a horse thief.

(I was inspired to read the book by what Mom told me, and I had to admit that the miniseries was, indeed, true to the story.)

I guess Jake wasn't really a horse thief, but he was a shiftless and unreliable sort, and he fell in with horse thieves — for protection, he insisted, when he was trying to get through Indian country. The code of the West held, however, that any man who would steal a horse was no better than a murderer because people needed their horses to do things and get around — and most likely would die if their horses were taken from them.

In the story, the men with whom Jake was riding had killed the owners of the horses and then taken them — so, technically, they were both killers and horse thieves. But that was neither significant nor a mitigating factor. Jake's buddies (Robert Duvall, Tommy Lee Jones, Danny Glover) didn't want to hang him. It was a real crisis for everyone, and the book made that clear.

Such moral dilemmas are the trademarks of extraordinary westerns. I know some people who only want to see gunfights when they watch westerns, but the truly great westerns are the ones that are more than mere 19th–century turf wars.

They are thinking man's movies — like "High Noon" and "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance" — and "Lonesome Dove" deserves credit for reviving the popularity of the western genre. Of course, you've got to take the bad with the good. For every "Unforgiven" that came along in the wake of "Lonesome Dove," a purely shoot–'em–up flick or two would pop up.

I like a good western that makes me think, and, while I celebrated the revival of the genre, I lamented the fact that quantity often trumped quality.

In the coming years, movies like "Dances With Wolves" and "Unforgiven" achieved considerable followings. It can be argued that "Back to the Future III," which was set in the Old West, and the "City Slickers" movies were beneficiaries as well.

Westerns haven't been as prominent in the last decade or so. But if there were more TV westerns like "Lonesome Dove," maybe there would be more westerns in the theaters. Maybe it is time for a renewal of the genre.

I really thought we would see a longer revival period than we saw 25 years ago.

In those days, as I have said, I was kind of busy — working on my master's degree and working full time at the local newspaper. I didn't watch TV much — well, except for the occasional sports event, maybe a movie now and then. Maybe there was talk at the time of how "Lonesome Dove" originally had been developed in 1972 as a feature film idea with Jimmy Stewart, John Wayne and Henry Fonda imagined in the roles that eventually were played by Duvall, Jones and Urich, respectively. The original project never materialized. I don't know the reason. Probably contractual issues.

If there was such talk at the time, I didn't hear it. I heard it after the fact — and rather piecemeal at that.

And I couldn't help wondering how the same story would have worked with Stewart, Wayne and Fonda cast in those roles. To be honest, I simply don't know.

I never heard who was considered for the roles that were played by Anjelica Huston and Diane Lane.

Huston, of course, was the one who got away as far as Duvall's character was concerned, and Lane was the one who started out attaching herself to Urich's character but then gravitated to Duvall when Urich abandoned her on the trail.

It's hard for me to imagine those legends — Stewart, Wayne and Fonda — playing the three male leads instead of the ones who did. I guess that's a clear indication of how well the ones who appeared in "Lonesome Dove" played their parts.

Monday, February 03, 2014

When the Good Die Young



"There will be another film, there will be another relationship, or I'll die and then I'll be dead. But if I'm alive, I know life is going to keep throwing things at me."

Philip Seymour Hoffman (1967–2014)

In every generation, I suppose, there is at least one prominent person who dies tragically — and far too young. As Philip Seymour Hoffman told The Guardian a few years ago, life keeps throwing things at you.

Life threw something at us yesterday, something with which we should be all too familiar — yet it always comes as a shock. See, what Hoffman didn't say was that it's frequently the same thing over and over, just in a different form.

Yesterday, Hoffman became this generation's John Belushi or Lenny Bruce, a brilliantly talented entertainer dead from abuse of a substance. What was new was the quantity of drugs that apparently was found in Hoffman's New York apartment. I've been hearing that 50 bags of what was believed to have been heroin were found in his apartment, an astonishing number. Hoffman is said to have been found with a syringe in his arm.

If you'll permit a little speculation here, that could be what it appears to be, a sudden death brought on after (and, perhaps, by) his own injection. Hoffman was known to have struggled with addiction during his life. Or it could have been a staged scene. If someone wanted to kill him and make him look like an overdose victim, leaving a syringe in his arm could give that appearance.

I don't know. The mind wants not to believe it could be what it looks like and seeks alternative answers.

Hoffman's autopsy, which reportedly is taking place as I write, may answer many questions — and it may raise new ones. That remains to be seen. One thing I can say for certain is this: The facts of the case that are known are sad enough without those whom I have seen using this as an opportunity to argue about whether marijuana, of all things, should be legal.

Illegal drugs are not interchangeable. Hoffman's death is a tragedy, but the drug that apparently snuffed out his life is not legal anywhere in the United States. Those who have seized this event as an opportunity to argue against legalizing marijuana truly are guilty of equating apples to oranges.

Marijuana is legal today in the states of Washington and Colorado; no one has died from it there or in any of the other 48 states. Heroin is a much more potent substance. The two should not be treated as if they are the same thing, and I acknowledge that most rational people do not, but a handful have. That must stop. End of rant.

Putting all of that aside ...

I am saddened by Hoffman's premature death. He was a phenomenally talented actor, and I have thought a lot about the roles in which he entertained me over the years. He was always top notch in everything I saw him in. The movies themselves were not always top notch — but his performances were.

I guess the first time I saw him was when he appeared in "Scent of a Woman." Around that same time, I was impressed with his work in "Leap of Faith." The next time I remember seeing him was in "Twister," then, in rapid succession, "Boogie Nights" and "The Big Lebowski."

He won an Oscar for his performance in 2005's "Capote," and it was truly an amazing performance. He was nominated for Oscars three more times, but he never won another one.

I guess the thing I appreciated the most about him was that you never really knew what kind of role he was going to play. He defied pigeonholing. He was Everyman, believable in every part he played. He could do it all. And, even in the relatively short time he was here, Hoffman seems to have done it all.

The word prolific should have his picture next to its definition in the dictionary.

And that is the greatest tragedy — that the world will be deprived of the great performances he was sure to deliver in the next two or three decades.

Other questions about Hoffman's death can wait for another day to be addressed — and they, no doubt, will be. For now, it is enough to realize that this loss of Everyman is everyone's.

Lilith's First Trip-Up in Seattle



Frasier Kelsey Grammer): Hello, you're on the line.

Lilith (Bebe Neuwirth): Congratulations, Frasier, you've done it again. You've led another unsuspecting innocent down one of your dark, dead–end Freudian hallways.

Frasier: Lilith?

Lilith: Overeating is very simply a behavioral problem caused by negative reinforcement. It can be cured quite readily by behavior modification.

Frasier: I see. Well, Seattle, we have a celebrity of sorts on the line. This is my ex–wife Lilith.

Lilith: What do you mean by celebrity?

Frasier: Oh, they know you.

Some of my favorite Frasier episodes involved the folks from Cheers. Maybe it was because the running gags about each one — Sam's sexual compulsion, Woody's idiocy, Cliff's verbosity — were well established. The laughs came much more easily.

So it was, certainly, with Frasier's ex–wife Lilith.

Bebe Neuwirth made several appearances on the Frasier show during its 11–year run, giving the writers additional opportunities to write jokes about her icy personality, her unusually pale skin, etc.

The Frasier episodes with Lilith were always good. But I always thought some of the best stuff came in her first visit to Seattle — when the affair that had preceded the breakup of their marriage had unraveled and a despondent Lilith had come to Seattle seeking reconciliation with Frasier after finding a note he had left for her in Boston.

The note was a year old, though, and had fallen behind the dresser.

That part of the story came later. First was an uneasy (to say the least) reunion with Lilith and Niles (David Hyde Pierce) and Martin (John Mahoney). The Crane men weren't keen on seeing her again — and, of course, Daphne (Jane Leeves) had never met her.

But Daphne's psychic powers proved too sensitive to Lilith's dark aura, and Daphne suffered excruciating headaches while Lilith was in town.

Martin insisted that Lilith was "weird." Frasier tried to blunt that by suggesting an alternative word — "strange."

Martin didn't go along with that. "Maris (Niles' wife) is strange," he said. "Lilith is weird."

And Niles held a grudge against Lilith for her behavior at Niles' and Maris' wedding.

It added up to a very entertaining dinner at Frasier's apartment — and some of my favorite lines.

After Daphne shook Lilith's hand upon their introduction, she told Frasier, "When I shook hands with that woman, I lost all feeling in my arm."

Frasier asked Lilith for an update on their son, and Lilith said she had enrolled him in a chess camp in the mountains. Martin asked if he got to spend any time outdoors, and Lilith replied that they went on nature walks after lunch every day.

"Unfortunately," she continued, "Frederick is allergic to seven different kinds of ivy so he has to wear long sleeves and long pants, a bonnet with a net on it."

"I sure hope the other campers don't make fun of him," Frasier said.

"Oh, I'm sure they don't," Martin said. "You know how kind kids can be. Hell, all he needs is a birthmark on his forehead, and they'd beat him to death with a shovel."

I could always count on Martin for great lines.

After Martin had gone to bed and Niles had left the apartment, Frasier and the viewers learned the real reason for Lilith's visit.

And Frasier had to confess that the letter was old. Lilith left, but the two agreed to get together for dinner the next night. When Frasier arrived at Lilith's hotel room, the two were so driven by sexual desire that they fell into bed together, leading to an honest conversation the next morning. Neither was in love with the other.

Countless couples must have had similar experiences. I always thought it was one of the more honest episodes in the Frasier series.

Sunday, February 02, 2014

Learning From Others



Archie (Carroll O'Connor): Let me ask you something there, about George. I mean, how did that happen to him? When he was a baby, did somebody throw him up in the air and forget to catch him?

Mr. Bushmill (Joseph Mascolo): It's a common birth defect. The doctors call it anoxia. It means he didn't get enough oxygen when he was born. Now that's what happened to George. What's your excuse?

In these days of excessive political correctness, it seems to be all too easy to lose sight of the people P.C. supposedly is intended to protect.

I often think it would be beneficial for the people who are quick to judge others by an arbitrary yardstick of morality (which is frequently designed, I suspect, to elevate the judge, not lift the oppressed) to watch a few TV episodes that dealt with the physically/mentally challenged a few decades ago. Seems to me they offer some common sense tips for understanding people.

Such a TV episode aired 40 years ago tonight on All in the Family.

Gloria (Sally Struthers) came home from a trip to the market with a mentally handicapped box boy named George (Richard Masur) helping her with her groceries.

"You don't say things to me," George told Gloria. "You talk to me."

Archie (Carroll O'Connor), in his typically insensitive way, treated George like a child and told him he was entitled to take an extended break from work. Then George got fired from his job for being late and disappeared.

George's father (Joseph Mascolo) came to the Bunker house looking for George. After being told that George's last words to the Bunkers were "I'll show you," he concluded that George would be back to show them something and decided to wait for awhile.

While he waited, George's father spoke of the difficulty George faced in finding a job. He asked Archie if he would hire George where he worked — at the loading dock.

"No," Archie replied. "Where I work, you gotta to be on your toes. And to be on your toes, you gotta know where your toes are."

In fact, George did return to the Bunker home. He had a quotation that he kept at the store that he wanted to share. It was one of my favorite quotes from 19th–century writer and educator Thomas Carlyle: "Every man is my superior in that I may learn from him."

Archie, of course, didn't get it. "It means everyone is smarter than you, Arch," said Mike (Rob Reiner).

"Oh, no, Mike," protested George. "It means that anyone can learn from anyone — even from me!"

Then George announced that he had found a new job, and he was asked for details about his new job. Turned out it was on a loading dock — same as Archie.

I have admired Masur's work for a long time, and I remember seeing him in this episode, but I didn't realize until recently that it was his professional broadcasting debut. He had been acting on Broadway for awhile, but, since this episode aired, most of his work has been on TV — with a few big–screen performances thrown in the mix.

People often erect the barriers that keep them from learning from others, whether they are mentally challenged or not. On this night 40 years ago, All in the Family reminded us that there are all kinds of things to learn from other people — and that disabilities are not always disabling.

Saturday, February 01, 2014

Maximilian Schell Dies



Maximillian Schell died overnight at the age of 83.

I have admired his Oscar–winning work in 1961's "Judgment at Nuremberg" ever since I saw it for the first time. I've never seen it on the big screen, only on TV screens, but I don't think that matters.

It is the acting, not the cinematography, that tells the story in that movie, and Schell's performance, as brilliant as it was, was only one part of it. Other parts were co–star (and co–Best Actor nominee) Spencer Tracy and many other stars in lesser — but no less important — roles, some of whom believed in the project so deeply that they accepted no pay for their work.

Still, Schell's performance was, as I say, brilliant. I wish to take nothing away from it. I've never seen anything like it — and I consider myself to be fairly knowledgeable about movies. I've seen many admirable performances, but Schell's may have been was the best.

(Well, upon further review, I might have to put it second behind Gregory Peck in "To Kill a Mockingbird.")

Unfortunately, I think it led to the Austrian–born Schell being pigeonholed in Nazi–related roles — ironic, really, since Schell's family fled Austria after it was annexed by Nazi Germany. That may have been a mixed blessing; he received additional Oscar nominations for his work in two World War II–themed movies in the 1970s.

But he never won another statuette.

He did take steps to avoid being typecast, appearing in a variety of roles through the remainder of his career. I've seen many of them, and I always come away with a renewed respect for Schell's work.

Schell was a remarkably talented man. His family relocated to Zurich, Switzerland, where the young Schell read the classics — and wrote a play at the age of 10. His mother was an actress, and his father was a writer; as a result, Schell said he grew up in a "theater atmosphere," and his artistic talents initially gravitated more to writing, painting and music than acting.

He did a lot of writing in his college years, including part–time work for newspapers to supplement his income. Ultimately, though, he settled on a career in acting, which he launched at the age of 24.

I suspect he still felt torn, even after he had settled on a career in acting. "I don't actually have a profession," he once said. "I wander through life and through all areas of art."

I guess you could say he was something of a pioneer. When he won his Oscar, it was the first awarded to a German–speaking actor since World War II — a real breakthrough for that time in history.

Maximilian Schell certainly left his mark.