Sunday Morning

The arguing on the political boards this A.M. mainly seems to be about the size of the turnout for yesterday's anti-Obama rally in Washington. A basic rule of such events is that those who believe in the cause of a public protest always wildly exaggerate its size, those who oppose the cause always underestimate it, reporters make wild guesses and the police and other non-partisan authorities usually get it right. But the accurate estimate gets generally ignored because it isn't of much use to anyone.

So today, you have the anti-Obama crowd claiming 1.5 to 2 million, you have the pro-Obama folks saying 20,000 to 30,000 and you have the D.C. fire department saying 60,000 to 70,000. Interestingly, you have the Washington Times (which is a right-wing paper) and the Washington Post (which has been turning into one) both saying, "tens of thousands." Super-statistician Nate Silver explains a little more about the wide disparity in claims…and seems to side with the fire department.

C-Span Viewing

I'm watching (via TiVo) the memorial service for Walter Cronkite that C-Span has been airing. It's a nice gathering of biggies in network news, saying a lot of incisive things about the departed and also about their profession. Presidents Clinton and Obama also spoke. If you'd like to catch it, it airs again tomorrow on C-Span 1 from 3:30 PM to 6:00 PM Eastern Time.

Earlier, I watched Obama's speech about health care in Minneapolis. Quite nice, though he did tell the "fired up" anecdote for about the six hundredth time.

Two Good Video Links

If you have a moment, go watch Craig Ferguson talk about Joe Wilson's little self-promoting outburst. And take a gander at a funny Jay Leno promo that is running now in movie theaters.

Still More Larry

Robert Elisberg remembers Larry Gelbart.

Here's a memory of Larry that keeps popping back into my head today. Back in 1996, there was a special event at the Writers Guild — a gathering of most of the major writers who'd written for Sid Caesar — Neil and Danny Simon, Mel Brooks, Mel Tolkin, Aaron Ruben, Sheldon Keller, Gary Belkin and Larry. Sid was on the panel, as was Carl Reiner, and my pal Bob Claster was the host/interviewer. It was a very nice evening that was taped and broadcast later on PBS. Caesar's Writers, they called it.

Before the event, some of us had dinner at a restaurant across the street and I got to sit in at a table with several of the above folks. At one point, they were talking about stage shows in New York and I don't remember how it was relevant but Carl Reiner said, "Milton Berle was at the Paramount Theater."

And without missing a beat, Larry Gelbart added, "Yeah…and his cock was at the Bijou."

Still More on Larry

The L.A. Times archives contain many clippings by and about Larry Gelbart. If you're interested in the man and his work, you'll want to take a gander at these.

And if you feel like watching three and a half hours of Larry being interviewed, you'll want to go to this page.

Larry

There are many things that should be said about Larry Gelbart, who has just been taken from us by cancer at the age of 81. One is that he was funny. He was funny on the screen. He was funny on the page. He was funny when you spoke with him in person. Every time I talked with him, he said one of those things that makes you think, "I wish I'd said that…and if it's at all possible, I will."

He was also funny at age 81. He still had it. Which is one of the reasons why he still worked as much as he wanted to…and maybe even a little bit more than that.

He was a role model. In this line of work, you often have to ask yourself, one way or the other, "Who's career would I like?" Among folks who write comedy, I'd guess the number one answer the last few decades has been Larry Gelbart.

He was also a tireless fighter, not only on behalf of his own interests but those of writers everywhere. He was active in the Writers Guild…and I have to tell you, it was not comfy to find yourself, as I did once in a while, on the opposite side of an issue from him. He was, after all, Larry Gelbart — a man with impeccable credentials and a withering way with a quip. His very presence among the opposition made you think maybe you were wrong. But he was (almost) always a gentleman.

He was a solid, serious Liberal Democrat and I'm glad he got to live long enough to see the last election.

Obits like this one will give you his major credits but he had hundreds of minor ones or unknown ones, and they're all interesting. Every one of them. The worst thing of his I ever saw was a movie called Blame it on Rio, and even that has some moments worthy of the name of Gelbart. (I never saw Neighbors, a film he told everyone he wished he'd taken his name off. A producer at Sony once told me that among his dream projects was to remake that film, following Larry's screenplay exactly.)

He was enormously nice to me whenever our lives crossed. I think everyone who ever met him would say something of the sort unless they were an inept network exec, studio head or a director or writer who wanted to change his words. There's a lot of autobiography at work in his Broadway hit, City of Angels, which is about a novelist trying to preserve his artistic integrity in the movie business.

Stephen Sondheim, who wrote the music for A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, believes that the book (by Burt Shevelove and Larry) is the best farce comedy ever written on this planet. He's probably right about that.

I'll probably think of other things that should be said. As you can tell, this was a very important, talented man and he meant a lot to a lot of people.

Larry Gelbart, R.I.P.

One of the all-time great comedy writers and wits has left us. He worked for Sid Caesar. He co-authored A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum. He wrote the book for many Broadway shows including City of Angels. He developed, produced and wrote the TV series, M*A*S*H. He wrote or co-wrote funny movies like Oh God, Movie Movie and Tootsie. He was a major force in the Writers Guild and a friend, mentor and role model to so many.

I'll have more thoughts about Larry later. I'm just thinking that if they have a memorial service and people get up there and start quoting funny things the man said, we're going to be there for a month.

Nine-Eleven

I briefly felt like I should try to write something profound here about this anniversary…but scanning the web, I don't see that anyone else has. We're all pretty much on the same page that it was a tragedy and here and there, I sense a certain sensation of loss that it doesn't chill us today the same way it did then. But then again, it's not supposed to. Back then, we were saying that things would never be the same again and we meant it in a different way than you get from the normal passing of time. I don't know about you but it feels to me like things got a lot closer to "the same" than I expected, a lot sooner than I expected. Few of us think about 9/11 except on anniversaries like this, when there are important (we think) political points to make or when we're at the airport and being forced to take off our shoes.

I'm not sure that's altogether a bad thing. The greatest damage of that day was, of course, the loss of human life followed by two things, and I'm not sure which is second and which is third. One was the destruction of property and damage to the economy. The other was to scare the hell out of us and make up panic and operate out of fear. The monetary devastation can never be undone but I don't think we've done a bad job of moving past the other thing.

June in September

It probably won't surprise you that June Foray was the voice in the talking Chatty Cathy dolls that the Mattel folks brought out in 1959. There was a time when June Foray was the voice of everything female and even a few males, like Rocket J. Squirrel. Anyway, June recorded the tracks for the erudite plaything and that led to her supplying much the same voice for Talking Tina, a sinister doll that appeared in a famous episode of The Twilight Zone. She was great in the role. She's been great in everything…and she continues to be great in everything.

This item is to remind you that you can still order her autobiography and get a copy signed to you by The Legend herself. This offer may not be available for very long so if I were you, I'd order one today. Heck, I'd order several. You've loved this woman's work all your life. You're going to love her book.

This Just In…

I said earlier here that I didn't know why Barack Obama doesn't fill the largest stadium available, as he easily could, and give a big speech for Health Care Reform before a packed, cheering crowd. Well, obviously he reads this blog and rushes to do everything I suggest. Bill Stiteler informs me that Obama's giving just such a speech this Saturday in Minneapolis.

Tales from the Script

Screenwriter Supreme Josh Olson writes an article that a lot of professional writers would like to write. It's about how we all get assailed (yes, even lowly me) to read the hopeful spec scripts of amateurs and how it creates all sorts of problems for us.

If I'd written this piece — and I think I have, only I was probably more tactful and therefore less effective — I'd have added that the opinion of another writer really doesn't (or shouldn't) matter to you. What should matter is the reaction of someone who has the power to actually do something with your script, like buy it or get it produced. Secondly, I would have told the tale of a guy about two years ago who oughta be the poster boy for How Not To Have Your Script Read.

He interviewed me briefly about a mutual acquaintance of ours — a real and interesting person who was the subject of the screenplay he was writing…only I didn't know at the time he was writing a screenplay. He later called and said, "I've written something about him and I'd like you to take a look at it." Thinking he'd penned a factual-type article for something and was responsibly fact-checking, I told him to send it over. Three days later, I received a huge package.

It started with a statement I was asked to sign and send back to him along with the enclosed script and my comments. In the statement, I acknowledged that I'd read the screenplay and that if I ever wrote anything even vaguely similar, it would constitute admitted plagiarism and he could sue me for everything I owned. And as if that wasn't enough to make me scurry to read his work, the enclosed script was 325 pages.

So I called the guy and told him his script was winging its way back to him, unloved and unread. And trying to be helpful, I told him, "No one is going to read a screenplay that's over around 120 pages."

He replied, "I have a copy here of the script for Apocalypse Now and it's 325 pages." (I don't know that it is but that's what he said.)

I said, "Well, maybe but this story isn't Apocalypse Now and you aren't John Milius and/or Francis Ford Coppola." I also tried gently to explain to the guy that there's a difference between a script that you write so someone will read it and the Apocalypse Now script he had, which was probably a shooting draft that didn't have to "sell" anyone.

He said, "If their screenplay can be 325 pages, mine can be 325 pages."

So as not to trigger a deluge of 325-page spec screenplays, I almost wish I could end this anecdote by reporting that no one ever read the script. As it turns out, it's Gus Van Sant's next picture and it starts shooting in January of 2010 with a cast that includes Sean Penn, Cate Blanchett, Tilda Swinton and Frank Langella. And yes, I'm lying about that and no one has ever read the script. Or ever will.

Thanks to Shelly Goldstein for telling me about Josh's article. And please do not ask Josh to read your script because he's already twice had to postpone lunches we had scheduled.

Thursday Morning

I thought Obama's speech last night was pretty good and I don't know why the guy doesn't give more of them. For that matter, I don't know why he doesn't fill the largest stadium available, as he easily could, and give a big speech for Health Care Reform before a packed, cheering crowd. It would go a long way to countering any impressions out there that the troglodytes who scream at town hall meetings are in any way speaking for the majority of the American public. Didn't Republicans misplay this hand before? I seem to recall them thinking they could play to the extreme right in their party, hate Bill Clinton right out of the White House and parlay his ouster into a permanent majority.

Joe Wilson, the yutz Congressguy who yelled at the president unwisely, was just on the news apologizing yet again and fumbling to explain how a bill which explicitly says —

Nothing in this subtitle shall allow Federal payments for affordability credits on behalf of individuals who are not lawfully present in the United States.

— would actually cover folks who are in this country illegally. It's hard to believe he acted, as he now claims, out of emotion. Easier to believe is premeditated thought that such a heckle would make him a hero with the wingnut crowd and they'd shovel cash into his re-election campaign. What he didn't figure was that he was giving the elder statesmen of his party a chance to seem mature by scolding him, and that his opponent in the next election would instantly receive a flood of donations. So which one of the late night comics will have someone in their audience tonight yelling "You lie!" at their monologues?

The Real Important Topic

latke01

Several folks have sent me a widely-circulated recipe for latkes that purports to be the Jennie Grossinger formula. It sounds about right to me…

2 eggs
3 cups of grated, drained potatoes
4 tablespoons of grated onion
1 teaspoon of salt
¼ teaspoon of pepper
2 tablespoons of cracker or matzo meal
½ cup fat or butter

Beat the eggs and add the potatoes, onion, salt, pepper and meal. Heat half the fat or butter in a frying pan and drop the potato mixture into it by the tablespoon. Fry until browned on both sides. Keep pancakes hot until all are fried and add more fat or butter as required. Serves 8.

My mother omitted the pepper, used a little more onion and instead of the fat or butter, she fried in about a half-inch of oil — corn oil, usually. She used, of course, matzo meal, not cracker meal and then, when the latkes came out of the frying pan, she'd lay them on paper towels to absorb some of the oil. They were quite wonderful…even cold, later in the evening.

Jay Walking

Not that I want to keep sending traffic to Nikki Finke's site but she's all over the news that a Writers Guild trial board cleared Jay Leno of all charges of scabbing during our last strike, and even said that he was due an apology for the accusation.

I heard a little about this from folks involved in it all at the time. What's being reported now is not exactly what I heard but it's also not utterly at odds with it. In any case, I'm glad the WGA looked into the matter. Leno was in a position where he could easily have violated Guild rules and there were some (apparently spurious) reports that he had. It would have been very easy for the WGA to just decide that no matter what he did, they were not going to investigate the allegations and risk a public battle with a man who had his stature…and ability to hire good lawyers. I'm also glad that they found nothing wrong and I wish they'd just announced that and issued the apology.

About Paul Levitz…

In a sense, I'm happy for Paul Levitz. He can probably have a happier, more creative life when he's not in the position to occasionally have to play Bad Cop or deal with a thousand deal points and corporate concerns. He may also be able to move back towards a long-neglected love of writing, as well. But for the comic book business, it's a potential negative if what fills the void doesn't care as passionately as he always has about print media. It will be especially unfortunate if his successors-in-interest fail to build upon (or even more foolishly, reverse) the principles and momentum he helped establish with regard to how the company treats talent.

Let me get some Full Disclosure stuff out of the way here: I've known Paul for over 35 years. Back when he barely had one foot in the comic book business — and was scoffing at the notion of ever getting in with both — I helped him put out fanzines in his basement in Brooklyn. That's how far back we go. As he climbed the slipperiest of ladders at DC, we had our occasional differences but that was another time, another place…another industry, almost. We still have our intermittent disagreements but he is a superb practitioner of the belief that you can settle differences, even in the business arena, without mud-wrestling. You can even be mature enough to recognize that you and/or your company have erred and you can go back and do whatever is humanly possible to right past wrongs.

When I got into comics around 1970, the business was on shaky ground, both morally and financially. Sales were bad and not one single person was predicting a recovery. In a not-unrelated manner, there was also an ugly tendency to treat writers and artists (and to a lesser but palpable extent, staff personnel) as indentured servants who had to at all cost remain indentured. That was possible back when the core of the talent pool was still folks who'd grown up in or around the Depression and who still lived in constant terror of even short-term unemployment. That, and the fact that most of them knew no other way to make a living made it feasible to treat freelancers like cattle and to still have freelancers.

Today, if you handled artists that way, there'd be nobody around to draw Batman. That's because the new generation that bled into comics around then simply and wisely wouldn't put up with it. Some of us would endure a lot to turn our hobbies into our careers and to get to play with our childhood favorites…but we hadn't grown up in the thirties. More to the point, we'd seen what The System, as it was then configured, did to writers and artists whose work we loved, and were well aware of the Dead End in which so many of them were trapped. One reason I never made comics my entire life was that I saw how my friend/employer Jack Kirby was treated. I looked at his track record in terms of making money for publishers. It was one I could never hope to approach, let alone equal. Then I looked at how little he'd attained in terms of savings or job security and…well, the top of his profession, which was where Jack resided, didn't look all that desirable. Then.

I also heard him argue as to how the business had to change, if not for moral reasons than merely in order to survive. Almost without exception, his arguments were dismissed, in some cases as the ravings of a looney who simply did not understand the business he was in. But even those who nodded in concurrence felt helpless as he spoke of treating talent with respect and of respecting the work, and of giving writers and artists a chance to participate financially in their creations. On a more pragmatic level, he talked of artists having their original art returned and of matters like proper credits and health insurance. In '70, both DC and Marvel had recently experienced corporate takeovers and in light of them, Jack was surer than ever that better working conditions had to come…

…and come they did. Every last thing he advocated.

Kirby lived to see that day, even if most of the improvements came too late for him to profit directly from them. It was a testimony to his general classiness that he was not the kind of guy to say "I told you so." Since I am nowhere near as classy, I feel I can and should say it often on his behalf.

And the comic book industry is still here. Jack isn't but it is. It's had some rough times and there are still blemishes…but the fact that it didn't all go the way of pulp magazines in 1980 has much to do with its becoming more mature in how it has treated its creative talent, both past and present. A change in distribution methods was the biggest lifesaver but even it would not have worked if the pages were being generated under the old plantation mentality. DC and Marvel could not now interface with Time-Warner and — assuming the deal goes through — Disney if they had not evolved from hot dog joints into real businesses.

Many have taken credit for that evolution, including some who fought it until it became inevitable and a few who resisted even after that time. Among those who honestly do deserve great credit is Paul Levitz.

Just how much he deserves is not something I'm prepared to gauge in a weblog, nor can I start listing others who made the change occur, made it possible for so many to make decent livings in the field. But Paul's in for a big share. There's a reason that last year at San Diego, he became the first person in any sort of "executive" capacity to receive the Bob Clampett Humanitarian Award.

Even harder would be to assess how much of what he made happen was shrewd business strategy and how much was simple human decency. I suspect the answer is that at some point, Paul figured out those two values did not have to be mutually-exclusive. Even if that's all he realized, that puts him way ahead of some folks who've been in charge at companies I've observed or worked for.

I have dozens of stories of Paul being a gentleman in a position where some would fear being gentle. One anecdote I haven't the time or space to tell in detail didn't even involve DC. It involved another company where there was a dispute over ethics and policy versus immediate monetary considerations. It was finally settled with the parties involved asking, "What would Levitz do?" Because even though they were competitors — or perhaps because they were competitors — they recognized that Paul had demonstrated that pursuing the right approach from a moral standpoint will almost always lead you to the proper business decision.

We're entering a new era in how a comic book company will fit into a larger corporation and into a marketplace where interest in print media of almost any kind is plunging. A lot of the old jobs and the folks who fill them are subject to realignment. Paul had an astounding run at DC, enduring more than twice as long as anyone would ever have imagined. One of the reasons they pay corporate execs so much is that most of the jobs don't last anywhere near that length and breadth of time.

He still has a role at DC and that company will be fortunate to have him contributing for some time to come. And when he's finally done with it, whenever that is, he can look back with pride. He made the comic book business a much more decent place to live in.