The big tease is on, for Peter Jackson’s upcoming reimagining of Let It Be the film! There’s a preview over on Vanity Fair.
I’m Down no longer! I’ll Feel Fine if this is the first movie I see in a theater after 18 months.
Follow-up: @#$%^&* Disney!
The big tease is on, for Peter Jackson’s upcoming reimagining of Let It Be the film! There’s a preview over on Vanity Fair.
I’m Down no longer! I’ll Feel Fine if this is the first movie I see in a theater after 18 months.
Follow-up: @#$%^&* Disney!
By 1965, Dean Martin’s career was still swinging, but Jerry Lewis was already done. Like Milton Berle, Lewis spent the rest of his life running on fumes from his past, but he had the Muscular Dystrophy Telethon every Labor Day to keep him in public view.
I don’t know if Jerry resented the success of his son Gary, whose career, let’s be honest, had been arranged by his dad. The thing is, like Dean Martin, Gary was what Jerry wasn’t — friendly, likeable and easy-going. Somewhere along the way, Jerry had become an attention-seeking jerk, in a world that was interested in watching him only in the way it couldn’t resist a car wreck on the highway.
The contrast between Lewis and Lewis was apparent from the start of Gary’s career, as seen in this remarkable video from 1965, with Jerry trying to find fans in his son’s audience. The show is an amazing artifact of a never-to-be-duplicated era. The entertainment is an uneasy balance of old school versus new. The fulfillment of what the Beatles had begun was a happening thing. It’s Hullabaloo, as seen in Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood!
FYI: I’ve been writing blog posts elsewhere. I’m reminiscing on LinkedIn about the fun, early days of computer network troubleshooting.
I think I’ve featured this snappy happy song at least twice before. It’s been more than ten years, and yet it still doesn’t have a million views?? That’s just wrong!
And this one, that I absolutely adore, doesn’t have even 400,000 hits, and 20,000 of them are probably mine!!
A silent video with Milton Caniff at age 50. Some of his reference materials are shown, including small models and fashion photos of women. As you can see, Caniff’s preferred inking tool was a brush, as is mine, and he was lefty, as is yours truly.
Not being an Apple TV subscriber, this is a Peanuts documentary I won’t be able to watch, at least not for a while.