The folks behind SaveDisney.com periodically send out e-mails with little quotes from Walt Disney. I just received this one…

"No one person can take credit for the success of a motion picture. It's strictly a team effort. From the time the story is written to the time the final release print comes off the printer, hundreds of people are involved — each one doing a job — each job contributing to the final product. And — if the picture wins an award, the feeling of satisfaction…can rightfully be shared by each and everyone."

Nice quote, quite true in some sense…but it does set you to wondering. Mr. Disney was not exactly lavish with the promotion of any name but his own. After he passed, his studio kept up and probably intensified the notion that it was the studio, not any human beings in particular, that made the magic. You can take the above remarks at face value to say that everyone contributes…or you can take it as a way of trivializing the individual contribution of each participant. If no one who works on a Walt Disney picture can be singled-out, then the only name that can garner any credit for the film is Walt Disney.

Last evening at a party, I was chatting with Richard Sherman, who among his (and his brother's) many credits are all the songs and even some story input to Mary Poppins, a movie has endured beyond all expectations. There's a new, very fine DVD out (order it here) with a great transfer…but the main reason to buy it is that it has several superb featurettes and "making of" glimpses, including a terrific segment where Sherman sits around the piano and discusses the score with Dick Van Dyke and Julie Andrews. The extras document a lot of the individual contributions that went into that "team effort" and remind you that it wasn't the studio that made that movie. It was human beings.

Two of those human beings, of course, were the Sherman Brothers…and they're sure having quite a season. Right now on London's West End, you can see hit stage musicals based on two of their movies — Mary Poppins and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. The latter is soon to open on Broadway in this country with the former sure to follow. Like a lot of you, I grew up on Sherman Brothers music. Nice to think that another generation is getting that opportunity.

(Before I forget: Jim Hill has two terrific articles about Mary Poppins — and plans for a sequel that never happened — over at his site. Read this one first, then read this one.)

As we reported here, it looks like the Trio cable channel is disappearing from DirecTV on the last day of this year. DirecTV is running an occasional crawl on that channel announcing this, and they've put out a press release and there's a statement on all the bills that are now arriving. They've told everyone except the TiVo folks, whose program listings still display Trio information on DirecTV channel 315 well into 2005 and will allow you to program to record shows on that channel you won't be receiving then. (I assume this is because there will still be some local cable companies carrying Trio, so not every TiVo owner will lose it. But it won't be on Channel 315 much longer.)

If you're a DirecTV subscriber, you might want to record one last show on Trio before it goes away. At 6 AM (West Coast time) on 12/31, they're running Final Cut: The Making of Heaven's Gate, the documentary I recommended in the above-linked news item. I assume it will surface elsewhere but it might be a while.

No word yet on whether this means the end of Trio but if you have 20 million subscribers and you suddenly lose 12 million of them, it will probably have some impact.

You only have a few more days to savor the classic Walt Kelly Pogo Christmas strips which we've put up over at The Official Pogo Possum Website. Nobody, as you'll see, ever did Christmas strips better than Mr. Kelly and we've posted eight examples over the last few days, plus we have the definitive, accept-no-substitutes lyrics for the classic carol, "Deck Us All With Boston Charlie," which sure beat going "fa-la-la-la-la" when you hear that all-too-familiar tune. We'll have some other Pogo surprises up at the Pogo website in '05 but for now, go enjoy the Christmas strips before they melt away.

My pal Kim "Howard" Johnson — who knows more about Monty Python than any man, woman or child alive — reports on the new Monty Python musical, Spamalot.

While we're talking Python, one of those silly "best ever" surveys was recently held to select the funniest scene ever in a motion picture. Coming in at first place was the scene in the Pythons' Life of Brian about "What have the Romans ever done for us?" Debating these lists is almost as pointless as conducting them but I have to say I not only don't think that's the funniest scene of all time in any movie, I don't even think it's the funniest scene in that movie. I'd pick the scene at the window where Brian confronts the crowd…and maybe one or two others before I'd get to the one the survey chose.

If forced at gunpoint to pick the funniest scene ever in any motion picture, I'd probably select the "Springtime for Hitler" musical number in The Producers, with the audience sitting in abject shock and right in their midst, the author of the play enjoying the hell out of it. And then a number of Python scenes, including the one I mentioned from Life of Brian, would also make my top ten. Some of the others they select would not even make my top hundred.

If you're a fan of the movie Vertigo, you will love this site. If you're not, you may still find it interesting.

This holiday evening, we're thinking good thoughts in the direction of comic book legend Will Eisner, who's in an intensive care ward at this very moment, recovering from a quadruple heart bypass operation on Wednesday. Word is that the creator of The Spirit (and some of the best graphic novels of recent years) came through it well and is expected to make a full recovery. Will — he won't mind me saying this — is 87 years old but has always displayed an energy and inventiveness that puts younger cartoonists to shame. The doctors say he won't be able to go back to work for 6-8 weeks. I'm guessing he'll be drawing by New Year's.

Yes, I understand that "use a pun, go to prison" is a parody of the law enforcement motto, "use a gun, go to prison." What I didn't get — and maybe I was trying to be more logical than necessary — was what going to prison had to do with the strike at the Comedy Store. Was the idea that if one of the striking comics used a pun, he was in legal trouble? Or that the scabs who did puns on stage were going to the hoosegow? The joke never quite made sense to me, and I'm sorry I mentioned it because it wasn't worth the trouble. But thanks for the notes, everyone. I really do appreciate the fine Response Team that reads this weblog.

David Letterman, who rarely ventures out of his own studio these days to do remotes, sprinted off to Iraq the other day to entertain troops there. Here's a nice report with lots of photos and such.

Comedians who work comedy clubs in New York are threatening to go on strike. Time to haul out the picket signs that popped up back in 1979 (?) when comics in Los Angeles picketed The Comedy Store, The Improv and other such establishments not for better pay but for any pay. The placards said things like…

• No bucks, no yucks
• No money, no funny
• Use a pun, go to prison (I never quite understood that one, even though I carried it one evening)
• Catch a rising scab
• Stand up for your rights

And so on. In hindsight, it seems amazing that human beings had to go on strike to establish that they should be paid when they performed the most important job at some very profitable operations. Even more amazing was that there were those who said, "It'll spoil the business if the comedians are paid." They even called it a "business," forgetting that in a "business," people get paid. Eventually, the comedians were paid — not a lot, but it was a nice precedent — and the dire predictions did not come true. I assume the current New York squabble will be settled with the comedians getting more, no matter how much the club owners may plead ruination.

Fred Hembeck invites comic art lovers to gaze upon The Many, Many, Many, Many, Many, Many, Many, Many, Many, Many, Many, Many, Many, Many, MANY Faces of Santa Claus!

Here are some facts about Social Security. Or at least, the authors claim they're facts. If anyone sees a substantive argument for the "other side," please let me know and I'll post a link to it.

Hey, here's a nice website devoted wholly to A Night at the Opera. Great film, great site.

Okay, here's a tech-type question that someone here may be able to answer for me. It concerns the minidisc format, about which I know very little other than that Sony has made it less than simple to transfer recordings off a minidisc and onto another format. A friend has several dozen songs on minidisc which he would like to convert to MP3 format, playable on a PC. Alas, his minidisc player doesn't even have an audio out jack. Music can go in but it can't come out. Is there something cheap he can purchase that will export and convert the recordings without going through an analog capture?

Movies are currently in the work for all but one of the original members of the Justice League of America. The one exception is J'onn J'onzz, the Manhunter From Mars. Why is he being discriminated against? I dunno…but when a reporter for E! Online called me this morning, I gave the best answers I could. Here's the report she filed.

The power wound up going out here two more times last night after I posted the previous message. I think the crisis is over but I haven't yet been bold enough to go around and reset clocks and VCR timers.

Several folks have written to inform me that their local Walmart (or other retail outlet) has "the Li'l Abner DVD" for sale, perhaps for a dollar or so. This is almost certainly a DVD of the 1940 Li'l Abner black-and-white non-musical movie, not the 1959 color movie musical. I was never able to make it through the '40 version but for a buck, you might want to take a crack at it.

In his latest round of Tony Polls, my pal Tony Isabella asked his constituents to rate various comic books and people as "naughty" or "nice." I was judged overwhelmingly nice, which I guess is a compliment. In any case, fond birthday wishes to Mr. Isabella, and since I'm so nice, I guess I can't add in some quasi-friendly cheapshot insult. Drat the luck.

Busy day ahead. I'll try to post something later. That's assuming I have electricity.