Wheeler Dealers

Voice actor and historian Craig Crumpton has written an open letter to the Hollywood trade papers (Variety and Hollywood Reporter) to complain about their coverage of the salary dispute in the Futurama negotiations. His point, and it's a good one, is that the articles put the actors in a negative light by making it seem like their demands were vastly more outrageous than they actually were. Both papers later quietly, and without the customary announcements of corrections, amended the online versions of the articles to tone down those assertions.

Obviously, we don't know exactly what happened here. But it's certainly not unprecedented for either paper to publish something that's planted by one side in a financial dispute to try and put pressure on the other side…and for the trade paper to pretend that the info came from some uninterested third party, rather than from the side doing the planting.

Read More About It

People are writing me to ask how to learn more about the 1963 Jerry Lewis Show. Well, one good way would be to seek out a long out-o'-print paperback by Richard Gehman called That Kid: The Story of Jerry Lewis. At least, I think it was only a paperback. I've never seen a hardcover and I gather that even the paperback didn't get a lot of attention when it came out. But it's a pretty good bio of Jerry, including contemporaneous coverage of his TV debacle.

Richard Gehman was a prominent author of his day, specializing in celebrity profiles. He often got access to follow stars around for a few weeks so he could interview them extensively and report on what he observed…and then they wouldn't like the resulting book or article because he'd (gasp, choke) quoted what they said and reported on what he observed. I have the feeling Jerry regretted letting Gehman hang around when they were assembling that Jerry Lewis Show.

Gehman's book on Sinatra — Sinatra and His Rat Pack — is also hard-to-find but worth the effort. Many who've written since about Frank, Dino, Sammy and the rest have obviously secured copies and borrowed liberally. In any case, though Mr. Gehman is long gone, the family tradition lives on. One his daughters, Pleasant Gehman, is an actress-dancer-musician but also an important writer covering the current music scene.

Peace Pipeline

Glenn Greenwald writes about a deal that seems to have been brokered 'twixt Fox News and MSNBC to tone down the attacks some on each channel have hurled at the other. In particular, says Greenwald, Keith Olbermann has toned down his mentions of Bill O'Reilly in light of this new understanding.

That might not sound improper and if it had been done for the sake of civility, it might even be admirable. But Greenwald says it was done because the invective seemed to be harming the corporate interests of the respective parent companies. One wonders if when he returns from vacation — this Monday, I believe — Mr. Olbermann will feel the need to prove he is not a signatory to this deal.

Go Read It!

This is from last November but I just now saw it. It's a profile of Teller (of Penn &…) by Richard Abowitz.

Vocal Boys Make Good

Several news sources (like this one) are reporting that the voice cast of Futurama has signed on for the new series. Congrats to the actors…and to everyone involved with the show, since they now have a good shot at making it a success. For reasons I explained here, it was always extremely unlikely that they wouldn't make a deal with the talent…but it's always nice to get these things resolved.

Semi-Colan

Here's a report on two panels that I did at Comic-Con…two panels which miraculously turned into one long one.

The Con

I won't tell you what a great time I had because if you weren't there, you don't need to hear that and if you were there, you had your own great time. But I'll serialize some memories and anecdotes over the next few days.

Please, folks: I am not the Complaint Department for the Comic-Con, nor has anyone sent me a complaint with which I agree, let alone one I could do anything about. Yeah, it's crowded…and you know what? It's going to be crowded next year, too. If that's going to bother you, go somewhere else where it isn't crowded — like a Rob Schneider Film Festival or something.

That said, I do think there are a couple of things that could be done to unclog the aisles. There are always a couple of booths that stage giveaway games that seem calculated to gather a mob in the rows. Those exhibitors oughta be forced to either buy larger displays (so the fans can be within) or to stop doing that. And you could fit another thousand people in that hall if you limited the size of the giveaway bags some exhibitors give out.

We seem to have a new round of rumors that the con is moving to Las Vegas. I still do not believe that will ever happen but I'll spare you the ninety reasons why. Here's one, though: Yesterday, the National Weather Service issued an excessive heat warning for the city, announcing that temperatures were expected to reach 113°. Meanwhile, it was 73 in San Diego.

I'm behind on all sorts of stuff so posting will be light for a while. But we'll get back to normal around here, soon. Just as soon as I figure out what "normal" is.

Where I'll Be…and Where I Won't

Tomorrow night (Wednesday), the Aero Theater in Santa Monica will be screening a new documentary, The Legends Behind the Comic Books, directed by Chip Cronkite. It's a collection of interviews with writers and artists who labored in the so-called Golden and Silver Ages of Comics.

The Aero is located at 1328 Montana Avenue in Santa Monica, and the film starts at 7:30. Following it, there will be a live panel discussing the film and the era, and I will be part of that panel. After that, the Aero will conclude its double feature by screening the animated feature, Batman: Mask of the Phantasm.

Earlier in the evening, there's a signing at a bookstore across the street from the Aero. I had been announced as participating in that but for personal reasons, I have withdrawn. So don't blame the store for my non-appearance. It was my decision.

From the Comic-Con…

Yesterday was great, even though Marv Wolfman and I wound up hosting a Gene Colan Spotlight without Gene Colan. Through some miscommunication, Gene and his wife Adrienne were still at their hotel when he was supposed to be over in Room 8 at the Convention Center, being quizzed by Marv 'n' Mark. Amazingly, it went rather well without him…or at least, almost no one left as Marv and I just talked about Gene's awesome body of work. He arrived in time for the following panel, also hosted by moi and which Marv was on, which was about comics in the seventies. Since Gene drew comics in the seventies and we still had most of the audience for the Gene Colan panel there, we folded him into that one and pressed on.

Following that, I moderated a terrific panel which gathered together Sheldon Moldoff, Jerry Robinson and Lew Sayre Schwartz, the last three surviving Bob Kane ghost artists on Batman. It was the first time all three were together, the first time Lew and Shelly met. For those of us obsessed with Golden Age history, it was Candy Store Time.

The highlight of my day was the presentation/talk by Stan and Hunter Freberg, delivered to a turnaway crowd in a nowhere-near-large-enough hall. Stan was (and remains) one of my big idols and when I'm asked in the future to rattle off my fave Comic-Con moments, don't let me forget the joy of being able to introduce him and his lovely spouse to a huge room of Freberg fans. The time ran out way before the anecdotes he was prepared to tell and we never even got to the video clips he brought, except to open with the Warner Brothers cartoon, "Three Little Bops." So I think we need to have them back. Like, every year if they can stand it.

The Eisner Awards were held this year in a new venue — a lovely ballroom over at the new Hilton Bayshore, right next to the Convention Center. The hall was better, the hors d'ouevres (I was told) were better, the mood was better…but some folks were unhappy because the cellphone reception inside was such that one could barely Twitter. Bill Morrison did his usual fine job as emcee and his wife Kayre was stunning in her role as Prize Model or whatever the proper title is for looking great and handing out statuettes. I got one but the best part for me was still Frank Jacobs of MAD Magazine accepting the Bill Finger Award for Excellence in Writing, a lifetime achievement honor presented by Jerry Robinson and myself. When oh when will someone wise up and publish a collection of Frank's brilliant poems and song parodies for that mag?

Have to run and do five (ohmigod, five) panels today, starting with Quick Draw!, which is always a fun sprint to the finish line. I hope for your sake you're here at the Comic-Con today. Because if you are, you're having a real good time.

From the Comic-Con…

A couple times yesterday, I found myself trying to articulate just why it is I enjoy this convention so much. Me trying to articulate anything is always dicey but it goes something like this: It's invigorating to be in an environment where so much is happening, where so many people are having such a good time, and there's so much raw creative energy filling the space. Yeah, it's loud and if you hit the wrong aisle, it can take upwards up a month to traverse ten feet…but you're not a prisoner of any of that. You're in it because you love it and I'm a little weary of folks who bitch 'n' moan about it year after year after year. This is what Comic-Con is, people. No one brought you here at gunpoint.

I wouldn't/couldn't live in this environment all the time…but four days per year is invigorating. Look left and there's someone you want to meet or haven't seen in way too long. Look right and there's something you want to buy. Behind you is a kid in a brilliant homemade costume. And up ahead of you, just down that row you can barely squeeze through, there just may be an exciting career opportunity. (Or not. I think the surest way to let yourself down, and maybe even to make it not happen, is to come here expecting to land a job. If it does occur, great, but you need to let it be one of those unexpected bonuses in life.)

Years ago, I wrote a piece about Guilty Pleasures and why I think they're emotionally dishonest. There's some really stupid movie that you know is stupid but you love to watch it again and again. You're afraid to just admit that…afraid someone else will say, "Oh, you like that kind of crap?" So you call it a Guilty Pleasure and somehow you're supposed to be able to enjoy it without it counting against you. That's trying to have it both ways, which is how too many people want to have their Comic-Con. They can't wait to be here and when they leave, they can't wait for the next one. But to cut themselves away from the herd, to pretend they're somehow above what some see as geekery of the highest order, they belittle the con and join the throngs who dismiss it all as the Grand Festival of Nerd-dom. (I tried typing that with one "d" and no hyphen and it didn't look right.)

This is the 40th one of these and it's my fortieth…a fact which some seem to envy. It means I got a larger piece of cake than they did, or maybe that I found this wonderful mystical land before them. I've had my gripes with the convention and there were years there I didn't enjoy it as much as I felt I should. Those years were all before I came to realize that my problems were mostly with me; that I was approaching it with the idea that the con was there to entertain me and enrich my collection and career. When I figured out it was just a place I could have a good time — that's when I began to really have good times at these things. And I became unafraid to admit that I love this convention.

Gotta run. Four panels to do today, one of them the Stan & Hunter Freberg Spotlight, plus there's the award ceremony tonight and I'm presenting. Also, June Foray's autobiography makes its debut (and June arrives to sign it) and I have two meetings and one interview and don't you think I'd better stop blogging and get over there? If you're around, say hello. I'm easy to spot in the hall. I'm the one with the badge and the big smile.

In Other News…

This is being quoted on a couple of other sites but I felt like putting it here, as well. Yesterday on Keith Olbermann's show, political reporter Howard Fineman said the following, and no one seems to be leaping up to disagree…

I talked to people on the Hill all day today. I talked to Republicans as well as Democrats. Republicans claim they have a plan. They don't. They claim they're going to have a plan. They won't. Their whole strategy…is to stand on the sidelines with their arms folded while the Democrats try to work this thing out. That's their whole strategy.

I think the health care system in this country is in dire need of repair. I think people are losing their lives or at least their homes because they simply can't afford proper treatment. Whether the Democratic plan is ideal, I don't know, though the arguments against it I'm hearing sound to me like they're coming from folks who haven't read it but since they don't want any Democratic plan to succeed, are just making up bogus reasons to fear it. In any case, it's apparent that the G.O.P. plan is no plan; that they just want to leave things the way they are. And you know…if I were a Congressman or Senator devoid of conscience and I got that much money from the drug companies, I might too.

Rewriting History

Ken Levine, who knows of what he speaks on baseball and comedy writing, writes about the latter…specifically, how actors can and should suggest changes in a script in a constructive, non-tantrum manner.

You do get, especially from seasoned amateurs, a lot of "ego" notes where someone pretends they're just concerned with the health of the show…but what they really want is a bigger part or to lose that joke that suggests they're getting chubby. I've worked with actors who seem to find all sorts of structural flaws in any script where someone else gets a laugh.

The big problem is usually a performer who's way too quick to say of the material, "This needs a rewrite" or, even worse, "I have to save this." In the seventies, a lot of sitcoms were harmed, I believe, by all those articles that said the cast of All in the Family was tossing out the script each week and either demanding a new one or improvising/writing in their rehearsals. That seems to have been true at times on that show but it led to actors on many sitcoms thinking that your final draft was merely their starting point and it was up to them to start rejecting material and maybe rewriting on their feet…and the sooner they got this process started, the better.

That kind of thing becomes self-perpetuating. It can lead to the writing staff deciding, perhaps sub-consciously, not to put as much effort into the scripts that are handed out on the first day of rehearsal, and to save the effort (and good lines) for the drafts that will be generated later in the week. On one show I worked on, if you came up with a good line early in the process, the producer would say, "Save that one 'til the day before we tape." Because if you put it in too soon before then, it would never make it to Tape Day. Weaker table drafts, of course, merely heighten the actors' feelings that they need someone — themselves or the staff — to do rewrites. Rightly so.

There have been, of course, shows that were famous for trusting the writers and sticking largely to the script as written. M*A*S*H appears to have been one, and no program was ever more successful. (Then again, All in the Family was no flop.) Some actors are good at spotting valid weaknesses in a script and some, quite frankly, aren't. There was an interview once with Donald Sutherland where he said that for the first decade or so of his career, he'd argue over every line with the director and/or writer. Then at some point, he decided — just as an experiment — to skip all that and just do the lines as written and directed. His ultimate conclusion was that it made no difference. The final product was no better or worse because of it.

Anyway, in his piece, Ken cites the actor Nick Colasanto as having just the right approach to suggesting that his lines could use some work. The best I ever encountered was when I did a show way back in the mid-seventies with Eve Arden. She only said it twice to me but I gather it was her standard line when she thought her part needed another pass through the typewriters we then used. She said, "I'm sorry. I can't make this work. You're either going to have to teach it to me the way you want it, rewrite it or hire a much better actress." Maybe it was how she said it that made us rush to rewrite. And then she was genuinely grateful for what we gave her instead.

Checkered Cabs

The other day, discussing ways of getting around San Diego, I mentioned the pedal cabs (or pedi-cabs, as seems to be the more popular name) they have down there. My buddy Dana Gabbard directed me to this article in the L.A. Times that discusses the problems of these vehicles. Many are unlicensed, some have been known to go where they're forbidden to go, and there have been a couple of fatal accidents. Maybe they're not such a good idea after all…

Monday Afternoon

Happy to say, the medical news is good for Gene Colan and he will be at the Comic-Con in San Diego, after all. So the announcements of his panel and appearance being cancelled are now, themselves, cancelled. Gene should be on the Golden Age Panel on Thursday at 3:30 in Room 8, and I'll be interviewing him (with the help of Marv Wolfman) in that same room on Friday at 11 AM. Yay.

Thanks to all who volunteered for Freberg Duty. I got over 75 applicants and will be calling on a few of you. But you should all go by the table (AA-01 in Artists Alley) and say howdy to Stan and Hunter Freberg. They'll be selling autographed photos, books, and CDs of the best comedy album ever done, Stan Freberg Presents the United States of America.

Here's another one of these links to my schedule…