Today's Video Link

Hey, how about another game show? Carl Reiner hosted the weekly, prime-time one, The Celebrity Game. (He was also briefly the star of another one called Keep Talking, which changed hosts a number of times.) The Celebrity Game was a weekly CBS prime-timer that originally replaced half of The Judy Garland Show when it was cancelled in 1964. That placed it opposite Bonanza at that show's peak of popularity and led to its demise. But it was a cheap show to produce so CBS brought it back a year later for a few months to replace something else they had to cancel.

The format may remind you a bit of Hollywood Squares and there's a reason for that. It came from the same producers — Merrill Heatter and Bob Quigley — as well as the same announcer, Kenny Williams. Once they were sure Celebrity Game wouldn't be resurrected for a third go-round, Heatter and Quigley retooled the idea with a tic-tac-toe motif and wound up with one of the biggest hits ever in the game show world. They credited what they'd learned doing Celebrity Game for much of the success of Hollywood Squares.

This episode is from '65 and the most interesting of the celebs on the panel is probably Oscar Levant, the famous pianist-hypochondriac. Reiner seems a bit unable to properly play straight man to Levant and the others but I think this episode was a bad example. I remember enjoying The Celebrity Game greatly, in part because Reiner did such a fine job of setting up the panelists to be funny and then asking humor-eliciting follow-ups. This one is still worth a look…

Caveat You-Know-What

Supposing I took a drawing by Jack Kirby and I traced it onto another piece of paper and inked it on that paper and signed "Kirby and Evanier" to it. Would this be original Jack Kirby artwork? Never mind that it would not be very good. Let's just deal with what it is. Would it be original Jack Kirby artwork?

Of course not. I could no more create original Jack Kirby artwork than I could create a new Van Gogh…even if I signed it "Van Gogh & Evanier." Only one human being was ever able to create original Jack Kirby artwork…and he died in 1994.

(Well, to be technically accurate, there have been other human beings named Jack Kirby and if one of them drew, I suppose he could have created original Jack Kirby artwork. But I'm talking about artwork by the guy who co-created Captain America, The Hulk and The X-Men. That Jack Kirby.)

One of the prominent/frequent artists who inked that Jack's pencil art, Mike Royer, often does re-creations of old Kirby art on commission. He will trace an old cover or drawing of Jack's and ink it…and he'll sign it "Kirby and Royer." Mike, however, is always scrupulous about adding the date and some little line like "re-creation" so that no present or future buyer of the art will wrongly think they're purchasing a piece of paper on which Jack "King" Kirby drew.

Some other folks aren't as scrupulous. Keep this in mind if you're ever purchasing Jack Kirby artwork, especially on eBay lately. eBay, by the way, is a great place to shop if you want to pay thousands of dollars for a "certified and authenticated Charles Schulz sketch" that looks like it was done by a nine-year-old with a busted Crayola. Not long ago, you could have even purchased an original, certified and guaranteed Charles Schultz sketch done during the period when the creator of Peanuts forgot how to spell his own last name.

Recommended Reading

Bruce Bartlett on those folks who want to cut spending but not in the Defense budget. Frankly, I think "We need to cut spending" has become one of the most meaningless, empty phrases in our national dialogue. This is due to its never being accompanied by realistic proposals for what should be cut. (When people do make suggestions, they rarely amount to much…and they usually amount to "Get rid of things that benefit others but not me.")

The Only Way to Fly…

southwest01

I have come to regard Southwest Airlines as my preferred carrier. This may not amaze you but it amazes me as I've had a history of them losing my luggage. My last trip, they didn't lose my suitcase…just damaged it to the point where I had to throw it out and buy another. So I oughta be shunning them, right?

Nope. Lately, every time I've had to figure out how to fly from here to there, my first stop has reflexively been the Southwest site. When I realized this, I stopped and asked me why. My answer to me? Every airline can and will make mistakes. When I've had them occur on American Airlines or Delta, I encountered a general indifference to making things right…and once on United, the people there were so totally uninterested (to the point of rudeness) that I will never voluntarily fly that airline again. But when things have gone awry for me on Southwest — when my luggage somehow heads for New Zealand…and I'm not going to New Zealand…and Southwest doesn't even fly to New Zealand…there's always some helpful Southwest employee eager to undo the damage. Plus, there's a simplicity to flying Southwest that I somehow like. It just feels so easy.

They have one kind of plane. It's real easy to get the lowest available fare. You just go to their site and pick from the three kinds. The website is simple and if you have their free iPhone app, it's a breeze to check flight status or change your reservation. Then you just go and get on the plane and they have a pretty decent on-time record. Okay, so they lose my luggage. If I excluded every airline that's done that, I'd have to travel by blimp. Mostly though, I'm impressed by their customer service. It gives me the same good feeling I get at Costco: These people want to be working here and they want to help me.

At a time when most of the airlines are racking up huge losses due to inept management, Southwest has managed to turn a profit for the last 37 years. I found this old article by my friend Joe Brancatelli that explains how they've done it. And I also found this new article by my friend Joe Brancatelli about Southwest's recent acquisition of AirTran and what it may mean. I hope it means more Southwest flights and no price increases.

Today's Video Link

Here's a golden oldie…blast from the past…call it whatever you like. It's a full episode of the daytime game show Treasure Hunt from March of 1958. This was a little more than a year before the events I described in this posting when I, a tender lad of seven, got to meet its host Jan Murray in the corridor outside the studio. As I think back, I'm not sure that encounter didn't have a larger impact on my burgeoning psyche than I'd previously realized. I never longed to go into his line of work but I thought Jan Murray was the coolest guy in the world and that he had a magic power. He could make everyone around him smile and even laugh. He was by no means the only person I saw on TV who could do that but he was the first one I met in person. Ergo, it was the first time I could verify that the folks who had that power were actual human beings.

Here he is in an episode of this game show he did that wasn't, when you got right down to it, much of a game show. It worked because of the sheer force of his charm and showmanship. I didn't like everything he did on it. Most days, there was a point where he had to torture a contestant a little, making her think she'd picked the wrong box when in fact, she had a lovely and thrilling gift awaiting her. As he went through that routine, I practically yelled at the set, "Get on with it!" But I liked him most of the time and so did America, which watched this show for quite a while. When it went off, they watched the next Jan Murray-hosted game show, too.

Here ya go…and remember this is live TV and that Jan is operating with almost no cue cards — probably just a few to help him introduce the contestants and to tell him when to throw to commercial. He did this every day, Monday through Friday, for many years…

Recommended Reading

Todd S. Purdum profiles the man who disappointed so many of us, John McCain. It took me a while to come to terms with the fact that I was deceived by all that talk of being a maverick and reaching across the aisle. The man has always lived by the credo of "I'll say or do whatever it takes to get what I want." No wonder he fits in so well with the Senate.

Thursday Evening

You've probably heard about the Westboro Baptist Church and its founder, Fred Phelps. These are the "people" who go to military funerals and picket with really offensive signs. What they believe is a little muddy because they hate in so many different directions but it has something to do with believing that gays are responsible for all the evils in the world except, of course, for those caused by Jews. The Supreme Court recently heard arguments in a lawsuit brought against the "church" by a man named Albert Snyder whose son died in the service of this country. Phelps sent his "flock" to picket the funeral. Is standing outside the funeral for Marine Lance Cpl. Matthew Snyder with signs that say "God hates fags" protected speech?

I'm almost sorry to say I think it is. The Westboro protestors may have intended to inflict pain and suffering on the attendees of the Snyder services but from all reports, they obeyed the laws about where to stand and how to not interfere with those inside. (In some areas, those laws have since been made stricter.) Indeed, most of the attendees apparently did not even see the nasty signs until they watched the news later. I think they're assholes. Not only that, I think they're managing that all-too-rare hat trick of offending all three significant religious groups in this country: Those who believe in God, those who don't and those who don't know or care. That's not easy.

Every article I've read about the debate at the Supreme Court suggests the Justices made clear that they found Phelps and his mob loathesome and were trying to find some way to spank them without issuing a ruling that would restrict Free Speech. I don't think they're going to find it.

A Rude Gesture

One of my favorite people in comics (or anywhere) is my occasional collaborator, artist Steve Rude. When I say I like him, I'm not just talking about the way he draws…though that would be reason enough. Yeah, I like Steve Rude art but that's not a startling revelation. As far as I've been able to tell, everyone who's seen Steve Rude art likes Steve Rude art.

I like the guy it comes from. I like working with him and talking with him and being around him. And if being sincere in your work and life translated directly to dollars, there'd be no need for what I'm about to write here. This is a pitch for you to go buy or bid on Steve Rude art because he and his family need some patronage right now. Several years ago, Steve made a decision to, in essence, become his own publisher and entrepreneur. He has turned down an awful lot of lucrative offers from DC, Marvel and other publishers to work only on projects he deeply cared about and over which he felt he had more control than he could have had if he'd said yea to those offers. It was a decision made out of pure artistic integrity and it has forced him to work very hard and to pull way back on personal spending.

I don't doubt at all that Steve will make it work in the long run. The passion this man has for his work — the sheer caring about doing it right and bettering himself with each drawing or painting — is admirable. But at the moment, the Rude family could use a financial assist. A week or so ago, it looked like they were in danger of losing their home. Many have rallied to purchase items he's selling and eviction looks less likely now…but they could still use money and you can still pick up some splendid bargains on Steve Rude art. Go to his Facebook page. Go to his eBay auctions. Go to his website.

The painting above is not available but take a look at it. How could you not want a piece done by the guy who produced that? How could you not want him as your friend?

Briefly Noted…

Yesterday, Hugh Hefner posted the following Tweet on Twitter…

I'm playing gin rummy with the guys tonight, but first I'm going to have some soup, cheese and crackers. Tasty.

Hef…please. You were supposed to be the guy who lived the life my Uncle Nathan couldn't.

Van Snowden, R.I.P.

vansnowden01

Sorry to hear of the passing of Van Snowden, one of Hollywood's leading puppeteers. The last 30 or 40 years, if you saw a puppet on your TV and it wasn't from the Henson bloodline, there was a very good chance some part of Van Snowden was inside that puppet or manipulating it. He did a lot of the puppetry on Pee Wee's Playhouse and he worked The Crypt-Keeper on Tales from the Crypt and he handled an awful lot of puppets — many of which you couldn't tell were puppets — in horror movies — rats, lizards, odd creatures, etc. But his main gig, and it was a long one, was with my frequent employers, Sid and Marty Krofft. When they needed puppeteers, which was often, Van was the first guy they called. Here he is playing H.R. Pufnstuf in one of their shows…

vansnowden02

I want to emphasize that that is definitely Van in the Pufnstuf outfit. He wasn't the only person who played H.R., though he did it more than anyone else and it was probably him at least 90% of the time after around 1975. But others occasionally filled the suit and it sometimes made Van uncomfy when he was asked, as he often was, to autograph a Pufnstuf photo that wasn't him. Because of that, I dug out my DVD of one of the shows we worked on and I pulled a frame grab. I know that was Van because I saw him get into the costume.

He did not do the voice of Pufnstuf (Lennie Weinrib did) and I'm not sure Van ever did the voice of any of the hundreds of characters he brought to life, either by wearing costumes or working controls. He was a very shy, quiet man. One time over lunch on a show we were doing, he mused aloud that it might be fun to play a small part without a face-hiding get-up. He had family members who knew he worked extensively in TV and movies in front of the camera but they'd never actually seen him…so we gave him a role. He did his best with it but he just felt he was doing something he shouldn't be doing so he asked us to recast…and of course, we did. The odd part of it was that he was so introverted as himself and, once you put a full-body costume on him, utterly extroverted. He could dance and emote and do cartwheels as Pufnstuf but not as Van. It was like on a stage, he could bring anything to life except himself. He was just brilliant at it, which is why he was so respected by other puppeteers and why producers who needed puppeteers always tried to hire him.

Van was born in 1939 in San Francisco and he grew up on a farm in Branson, MO. He died September 22 from cancer at the age of 71. He was one of the best.

Tony Would Have Loved This

As you might guess, I get a lot of press releases here from folks seeking publicity on this blog and often offering me interviews. I received this one this morning and I have not changed a word of it, nor corrected the spelling…

Rabbi Remembers Tony Curtis

Hollywood icon, Tony Curtis, who died at the age of 85, successfully weathered a series of career downturns and artistic reinventions, and will be remembered as one of the movie industry's most recognizable leading men, but for his rabbi, Chabad Rabbi Mendy Harlig of Las Vagas, Tony is remembered as "a wonderful person and a great friend, who was always eager to do a mitzvah when asked."

Rabbi Harlig is available for interviews about Tony Curtis and their relationship.

And then they included the rabbi's phone number. I think this is wonderful.

The Pinochle of Success

Kliph Nesteroff has a good interview up with comedian Norm Crosby. I've seen Crosby perform live a few times and he's very, very good at making audiences laugh…and he's one of the few guys from his era who's still working.

Mr. Crosby mentions Jack Carter and says Jack's not well and is having trouble walking. I don't know if Crosby knows it but a year or two ago, Carter was struck by a car in a parking lot. He's still doing occasional acting jobs but they have to limit his movement in those situations.

He also mentions an old pal of mine…the late, great comedy writer David Panich. David was one of the most colorful folks I've met in the TV business. Some day here, I'll get started telling David Panich stories and though they'll all be true, you'll all accuse me of making stuff up.

Anyway, go read Kliph's chat with Norm Crosby. And notice the part about how a completely bogus "fact" about him was up on Wikipedia. As of this moment, it's still there.

Today's Political Thought

All the cable news channels are making a big fuss about this commercial Christine O'Donnell made in which she says, "I'm not a witch!"

I don't think Ms. O'Donnell understands. Someone needs to tell her, "Christine…people don't think you're a witch. They think you're so scatterbrained you thought you were a witch!" Big difference there.

Today's Video Link

Al Lohman and Roger Barkley were the dominant comedy team on Los Angeles radio for many years. I was a fan of the guys (and wrote briefly for them) and I discussed them here.

As I mentioned there, they tried all sorts of ventures into television. None of them clicked…not even a brilliant (I use that term purposefully) late night comedy show they did for certain NBC stations around 1974. It was more or less replaced by Saturday Night Live. It seems to have disappeared from this planet and isn't even listed in most databases of TV programming. The only remnant I've found is one YouTube excerpt that isn't a particuarly good demonstration of the series. I recall it trying all sorts of bizarre stunts and storylines, some of which worked and some of which didn't…but even the failures were interesting. If anyone knows where whole episodes can be found, I'll be your B.F.F.

One of their many short-lived TV efforts was the game show, Lohman and Barkley's Namedroppers, which ran on NBC daytime from September of '69 until early '70. Here's how it worked. Each week, they'd have three celebrities and 20 contestants. Two games were played per show. In each, a person would be introduced who had some relationship (usually not familial) to one of the celebrities. This person was the "Namedropper." Each celebrity would tell a story of how the Namedropper was related to them. The 20 contestants would vote on which tale they believed and two of those contestants would also play for lovely prizes. Whichever contestants were right would get money and the two playing for prizes could also win the prizes. Whatever the contestants didn't win went to the Namedropper.

This rare video excerpt shows you how it worked. Lohman is the fellow with the light hair who's talking to the contestants. Barkley is the one with the dark hair talking to the celebrities. The format didn't give them much chance to be funny…as you'll see…

Tuesday Afternoon

As you may have deduced from the lack of postings here, Mark is busy. Not Mushroom Soup busy but close. Normal posting will resume shortly.

If I had more time today, I'd write an even longer rant than the one on which I am about to embark. It's about "contests" that try to con aspiring (or just hungry) artists and writers into working on spec. You know the type: They act like the prize is some wonderful opportunity to have your work published or produced. It's your golden opportunity to submit your writing and/or drawing on the most onerous terms possible.

Sometimes, they want you to use their characters…and of course, that means they'll claim ownership of your submission and prevent you from selling it anywhere else. Sometimes, they want you to invent your own characters…and of course, if they even pay you a nickel, they'll claim all rights in perpetuity to those characters. Basically, it's a one-way deal: If they accept it, they'll pay you whatever they feel like paying you. That's not always obvious if you read the terms because, for example, one current "contest" promises to pay you 40%. Well, 40% of what? A percentage deal is meaningless unless there's a fairly explicit contract that specifies whether it's a percentage of the gross or of the net and how they'll calculate those numbers.

Amazingly, people enter these "contests." And even more amazing is that in some cases, they cough up a fee to enter them. That's like paying someone to rob you.

I cannot overstate how slimy I think these rackets are…and how bad they are for the careers of anyone stupid enough to participate. You may think you have so much talent that it will surely be recognized and you'll reap whatever rewards are there for the reaping. You may even think that it won't matter to you if the rewards are small because any success is better than what you have at the moment. The problem with that way of thinking is that, first of all, you're probably climbing into bed with sleazy entrepreneurs who don't like to actually pay for what you do. That never ends well for creative talent. Secondly, you're entering at the lowest-possible level. If you want people to treat you like a professional whose work is worthy of professional rates, you have to act like one.

There's a thriving industry out there that preys on the dreams of folks who want to be writers, artists or even actors. You wouldn't believe some of the come-ons I see around Hollywood that say, more or less, "Give us money and we'll get you the lead in Scorsese's next picture." That's not how it ever works. Writers who can't get anyone to publish their work are often tempted by vanity presses that promise the following: You pay them to print your book and they'll do promotion and marketing of it (translation: you'll do promotion and marketing of it) and its natural wonderment will propel you onto the best-seller lists and a house next door to Stephen King's. Never works that way, either.

Lately, in comics and animation, it seems to go like this: Someone says, "Hey, we need to hire artists for all these projects we hope to sell." Someone else at the company (or maybe the same someone) says, "Why pay? Do you know how many kids there are out there desperate to get into this line of work? Let's just do a contest and get them all to do work and submit to us. We may even be able to get those saps to pay for the privilege."

Generally speaking, they're not asking you to audition for a project that's definitely going forward. Often, you're auditioning for something they may do if they find the financing that they obviously don't have yet or they'd just go out and hire artists the usual way. You're not only gambling they'll like your work but that their business plans will succeed. Then if they do succeed and if your free work has helped make that happen, how likely do you think it is that they're going to pay you well? If you demand what you deserve, they'll probably just start another "contest" and look for someone else who's hungry enough to work for free.

Please…I know the economy's bad. I know doors are getting slammed in your face and there's a temptation to try anything that might change the arc of your career. Not everything changes things for the better and if you treat your work like it is without value, that's how others will treat it. And perhaps they should.