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So that was awesome

…she says, in her best Chris Farley voice.

I’m still trying to find the words to describe the bizarro/creepy/tear-down-the-entire-house-to-change-a-friggin-light-bulb factor of yesterday’s post comment. Let’s just call it “special.” I had thoughts of deleting it, preferring only positive karma in Finkville, but I decided to keep it for posterity’s sake. Who knows, maybe someone will need that information someday….anyway, I’ve edited the post to remove all traces of the fact that I did not post his complete resumé or know his correct album count (whatzat tell ya, sweety?). I live to avoid offending tender sensibilities.

Subject change to a humble, nice (but sadly, no longer with us…how poignantly unfair) celebrity.

I’m reading The Chris Farley Show, the new biography written by Chris’s brother, Tom, and Tanner Colby.

The poor guy — a comic genius, characterized as such by every person affiliated with Saturday Night Live who was interviewed for the book — suffered with demons that we should all thank the Lord we don’t carry around with us. Under the constantly-joking, fun exterior, there lived a sweet, gentle, insecure boy who desperately wanted to win the approval and affection of those around him — especially his father.

Admittedly, I didn’t watch a lot of SNL during Farley’s tenure on the show. That was when the comedy wasn’t real funny to me. It was just one b**** wh*** sl** joke after another, and I got tired of it. But what I saw of him — especially the “Motivational Speaker” and “Super Fan” sketches — was hysterical.

The most compelling, and oft-repeated, fact in the book from the interviewees is when they comment about “what Chris was really like.” Many of them said the same thing: “Watch Tommy Boy. That’s Chris.”

Having seen Tommy Boy a couple of times, Chris was someone I would have liked. I recommend the book highly, especially to SNL fans.

Fink out (on the town today).

Cool TV II

More great shows today.

Rod Serling had some freaky things going on in his head. Before there was the frightening Night Gallery (#2 on my Top Ten List), Serling produced The Twilight Zone. And although we only watched reruns back then (the show ran from 1959-64), it still freaked me out.

The episode entitled I Sing the Body Electric (written and directed by Ray Bradbury) made me bawl. (I’m ashamed to admit it still does.) It was one of the few times when I wasn’t scared watching the show — even though my creepy meter was definitely buzzing in the background. Amazing how today, the “special effects” aren’t so special anymore, but to an 8-year-old back in the 60s, it was huge.

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The bluest skies you’ve ever seen, in Seattle….

Oh my, we were all in love with Bobby, weren’t we, girls? Here Come the Brides from 1968 — loosely based on Seven Brides for Seven Brothers — featured heartthrob Bobby Sherman in a comedy about the three Bolt brothers who, in 1870, recruit 100 “brides” to come from Massachusetts to Seattle so their lonely lumberjacks won’t leave the Bolts’ mill due to the lack of pretty women in town.

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The series ran from 1968-1970, when ABC, in their infinite wisdom, pulled the show from its 7 p.m. slot over to the adult time of 9 p.m. That was its death knell. But Bobby went on to have an impressive recording/performing career.

He still looks good (and I’ll bet he’s not a schmuck, either).

Cool TV

You know…we have it pretty easy today, with 4,000 channels on television running 24/7. But for my money, there’s still no substitute for the great network shows my sister and I used to watch as kids (and with our parents, as a family, in front of the only TV set in the house – imagine that).

Here and there, over the next week or so, I’m going to highlight some of the shows I loved as a kid — in addition to my Top Ten — mostly for yucks, but also to possibly trigger a good memory for someone else.

I’ll try to include the theme songs as well, when I can. Ok, on to today’s menu:

Wow! Remember this one? Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea. I was fascinated — and scared — by it. Each week, the crew of the Seaview, a futuristic submarine that looked kind of like a sucker fish and was able to dive from the surface to a thousand feet under in just seconds, battled sea monsters, ghosts, and various other abominations of the deep, and always came out of it by a hair.

Even the theme song is rife with undersea drama. Awesome.

The show ran from 1965 until 1968. It was cool because it was an hour long, at a time when most weekly series were only 30 minutes in length.

Go here to watch the opening credits and see some fantastic pictures. And did you know that you can watch episodes in their entirety — for free — at TVGuide.com? What a country.

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Did I love McHale’s Navy or what? It was one of Dad’s favorites. I still remember him howling at Tim Conway.L-R: Tim Conway as Ensign Parker, Ernest Borgnine as McHale, and Joe Flynn as Capt. Binghamton

The show took place in the Pacific theater during World War II. Lieutenant Commander Quinton McHale, played by Ernest Borgnine, commanded a crew of good-natured hooligans who were always up to something that McHale had to cover up, lest they all get thrown in the brig by the evil Captain Binghamton, perfectly played by a guy named Joe Flynn. Tim Conway was the major comic relief as Ensign Chuck Parker, a gentle soul who bumbled his way through every episode.

My best memories are of Captain Binghamton. He always looked like he was about to have a coronary from the stress of it all. He could just never catch McHale’s “pirates” red-handed, even though he promised that one day, McHale’s luck would run out and it would be over for the crew of the PT-73. He was forever turning to the camera and saying with clenched teeth and voice dripping hatred, “I could just scream.” HA. Priceless.

I also loved the kooky theme music.

More later from the recesses of my reptilian brain.

Fink out.

Fond memories of the burning map

I was never much for westerns on television (that was Mavis’s department), but I did love watching Bonanza — mostly because I loved Little Joe. (Who didn’t?)

The opening credits (complete with the Cartwright men approaching on horseback, and the burning map) combined with the theme song are among my most vivid TV memories growing up.

Somehow, I ended up at a Bonanza tribute site this morning and did some interesting reading about the cast and episode subjects.

I loved Lorne Greene’s white hair and deep voice, and Dan Blocker (middle son, Hoss, whose “real” name was Eric, for your information) was cute in a big ol’ dopey kind of way. Little Joe, of course, played by Michael Landon, was every girl’s favorite. He enjoyed a huge career (later producing, writing, directing and starring in the long-running series Little House on the Prairie) that lasted until his death in 1991. His first leading role was as the unfortunate lycanthrope in I Was a Teenage Werewolf in 1957. I saw that movie on TV.

Turns out Pernell Roberts, who played eldest son Adam Cartwright (and always dressed in black, which made me suspicious of him), was unhappy with the whole production — funny how we can be all up in a snit while tens of thousands of other actors are without work. Anyway. He called Bonanza “junk TV.” His character was written out of the show. I can’t remember how.

Dan Blocker died in 1973, and Greene in 1987. Roberts is still alive and working.

Interesting facts:

  • Michael Landon was the only one of the four Cartwrights who didn’t wear a hairpiece. Heh.
  • The men always wore the same basic outfits, in case producers needed to use footage in other episodes.
  • In the original script, the ranch was called “Panamint.” [Panamint?] Thankfully, a secretary at NBC suggested “Ponderosa,” for the pine trees Ben Cartwright supposedly loved.

They don’t make TV westerns like Bonanza anymore. I look at pictures of the set now, and think how fake it appears, but back then, I was in the moment, believing it all to be quite real. Childhood (along with suspension of disbelief) is a good thing.

Fink out.

Sources: BonanzaWorld.net, WikiPedia, Museum.tv

When I’m 75

I hope I look this good. Believe me, I am going to try; I will use every medical, physical, nutritional, herbal and pharmaceutical method at my disposal to try to pull it off.

This is actress Joan Collins – remember her, Aged Ones, from the 1980s nighttime soap Dynasty ? (I never missed a single episode.) She was 22 years old in this picture, and personally, I think she was every bit as beautiful as Elizabeth Taylor was at the same age. Anyway, she just celebrated her 75th birthday at her villa in St. Tropez (as you do). Her husband, Percy (32 years her junior…some girls have all the luck), threw her a surprise party there, and she wrote about it in the London Daily Mail.

The Mail published her photos of the day, and I must say she looks smashing for her age.

In this picture, she’s posing with her husband, daughters, and granddaughters. [Isn’t the one in the hat a dead ringer for her?] The only thing that makes me look sideways at her is her vehement denial of ever having had plastic surgery. Rather, she owes her stunningly well-preserved looks to lipstick.

No, really. That’s what she said.

Still, whatever she did, she looks great. And I really need to get in shape. Ugh.

Fink out(side for a walk).

Photo credit: The Daily Mail