THIS VIDEO IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE BECAUSE OF A COPYRIGHT CLAIM BY CARSON PRODUCTIONS (against youtube.com, not me).
[Read the poem yourself, and imagine Stewart reading it on the Tonight Show. Does anyone think Carson's estate lost a single dollar because of this video being on youtube? I think the opposite is more likely; watching this snippet might have encouraged me to go out and buy the Carson box set.]
Just look at me: reduced to tears listening to an 81-year old Jimmy Stewart read a poem about his dog Beau on the Tonight Show. Watch this video and appreciate the unabashed sincerity of the great actor.
I waste a lot of time wishing that things were as good as they used to be. I don't want to be one of those guys who's always saying, "back in my day . . ." First of all, I'm not old enough, but it does seem obvious that certain things just aren't what they used to be. Take entertainment. We used to have Frank; now we have Justin. We used to have Marilyn; now we have (had) Anna Nicole. Then: Cary Grant, now: Marky Mark. Before all you people who prefer not to live in the past jump on me and point out all of the talented artists around here, I concede their talent. It strikes me, though, that the most popular people now are a far bit less something than the most popular people then. For whatever reason, Mr. Johnny Carson comes to mind when I think about this something.
It's not just that Johnny sits by as Jimmy reads a long, heartfelt poem about his dog. It's that he does it without conveying the slightest bit of patronizing indulgence. Like viewers, he was genuinely touched to be sitting there, listening to this aging statesman of an actor read a poem he wrote about the passing life of a dog.
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Monday, February 19, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Sweep the Leg Johnny
The Karate Kid came out in the summer of 1984. I was ten years old, and my mind was blown. If you are between the ages of 29 and 34, and you are a male who spent his formative years in the United States, then this music video will likely blow your mind as well.
William Zabka, who portrayed Johnny in the original movie, directs and stars in this wonderful oddball reimagining of the Karate Kid in a music video featuring the band No More Kings.
One interesting piece of trivia about William Zabka is that sometime around 1991, he was leading Christian youth retreats. One spring evening when I was in high school, I found myself sitting cross-legged in a circle with Zabka as he strummed his guitar and gave his testimony. Good times.
Monday, July 25, 2005
Dukey
Some things make me really sad. The Dukes of Hazzard movie is one of them.
When I heard there was going to be a Dukes of Hazzard movie, I was cautiously optimistic. If you are an American male born in the early to mid 1970s, the Dukes of Hazzard probably played some role in your development. I was no exception.
For some, that development was spurred by Catherine Bach’s short-shorted portrayal of Daisy Duke. As a late bloomer, I myself was not sufficiently interested in girls to understand the Daisy Duke phenomenon. I just thought she was the Duke Boys’ clear-eyed cousin who could be trusted to carry out any number of required *ahem* diversions. She and the mechanic, Cooter, were interchangeable in my mind.
You might find it hard to believe that the Dukes of Hazzard brought much to the table other than Daisy’s obvious talents and the dirt-road exploits of the General Lee, but it really did. The show was about redemption. Bo and Luke Duke were on probation (“been in trouble with the law since the day they was born”). I don’t remember if the Dukes’ backstory was explained in this detail, but I would expect that their offense related to the illegal transportation of moonshine. Because of their probation, neither Bo nor Luke could carry a firearm or travel out of the state. Faced with similar circumstances, you might expect two unemployed young men to return to a life of crime. I’m sure Hazzard County had its share of recidivist moonshine runners.
In spite of the odds, and with the loving support of their Uncle Jesse and cousin Daisy, the Duke Boys focused their collective talents (smooth talking (mainly Bo); fast driving; ravine jumping; explosive arrow-shooting . . .) toward the doing of justice throughout Hazzard County. Often, this pursuit placed the Duke Boys on the wrong side of Boss Hogg and his minions. Thus, the Boys are said to have bucked the system “like a true modern day Robin Hood.”
When you make a really big mistake, it’s hard to accept the possibility of redemption. A lot of people live with the secret fear in their hearts that “no matter how good I am in the future, I’ll always be the guy who screwed [insert screw-up] up.” Many convicts live with a lifelong stigma on their hearts. The Duke Boys reminded us – every Friday night – that two convicted felons could also be the guardian angels to a whole county of rural Georgia. How many role models like the Dukes are on TV today?
I could go on about the virtues of this show, but I mentioned my disappointment about the movie version, so I ought to talk about that.
Ben Jones, the actor who played Cooter on T.V., posted his opinion of the new movie on his website. He described a “profanity laced script with blatant sexual situations that mocks the good clean family values of our series.” Jones continued, “Now, anybody who knows me knows that I'm not a prude. But this kind of toilet humor has no place in Hazzard County. Rather than honoring our legendary show, they have chosen to degrade it.”
Now anyone who knows me knows that, like Ben Jones, I’m no prude. I even enjoy the occasional toilet humor. But you have to draw the line somewhere. I’m drawing it right here – at the edge of Hazzard County. The Dukes I know never used explicit language. As the song says, they were just good old boys. They never made a sex joke for a cheap laugh, at least not on screen.
Bo and Luke Duke are a lot like the Arthur Fonzarelli, the “Fonz” from Happy Days. They’re the coolest guys in their universe. They play by their own rules, but they’re intensely honorable and can always be counted on to do the right thing. I can’t think of any characters in modern T.V. like that. Now, sit-com protagonists are patterned after Jerry Seinfeld and George Costanza. It’s fun to watch those guys make messes of their lives, but I miss watching the Fonz turn on the jukebox with a rap of his fist. I miss seeing Bo Duke’s trademark slide over the hood of the General Lee. It seems like nowadays, we’re embarrassed that we were ever inspired by Bo, Luke, and the Fonz. It’s like inadvertently getting the chills during the Ewok scene in Return of the Jedi.
My hope for all of you is that you embrace characters like the Dukes and the Fonz. Carry the Dukes of Hazzard lunchbox and think about what the Fonz would do if he were in your shoes. Don’t approach life with a seinfeldian sneer, but with a broad Duke smile.
Let me offer some final remarks on casting. Did anyone see the Jessica Simpson/Nick Lachey Christmas Special? It was apparently intended as an homage to Bing Crosby and probably Perry Como. I don’t know what to say. Picking apart her performance would give it too much honor. Let me just say this. My sincere hope for our society and our taste in entertainment is that we become more of a Rosemary Clooney/Vera Ellen society than a Jessica Simpson/Brittney Spears one.
Please don’t let Freddy Prinze, Jr., Stifler, and Johnny Knoxville remake The Philadelphia Story.
Call me old fashioned.
When I heard there was going to be a Dukes of Hazzard movie, I was cautiously optimistic. If you are an American male born in the early to mid 1970s, the Dukes of Hazzard probably played some role in your development. I was no exception.
For some, that development was spurred by Catherine Bach’s short-shorted portrayal of Daisy Duke. As a late bloomer, I myself was not sufficiently interested in girls to understand the Daisy Duke phenomenon. I just thought she was the Duke Boys’ clear-eyed cousin who could be trusted to carry out any number of required *ahem* diversions. She and the mechanic, Cooter, were interchangeable in my mind.
You might find it hard to believe that the Dukes of Hazzard brought much to the table other than Daisy’s obvious talents and the dirt-road exploits of the General Lee, but it really did. The show was about redemption. Bo and Luke Duke were on probation (“been in trouble with the law since the day they was born”). I don’t remember if the Dukes’ backstory was explained in this detail, but I would expect that their offense related to the illegal transportation of moonshine. Because of their probation, neither Bo nor Luke could carry a firearm or travel out of the state. Faced with similar circumstances, you might expect two unemployed young men to return to a life of crime. I’m sure Hazzard County had its share of recidivist moonshine runners.
In spite of the odds, and with the loving support of their Uncle Jesse and cousin Daisy, the Duke Boys focused their collective talents (smooth talking (mainly Bo); fast driving; ravine jumping; explosive arrow-shooting . . .) toward the doing of justice throughout Hazzard County. Often, this pursuit placed the Duke Boys on the wrong side of Boss Hogg and his minions. Thus, the Boys are said to have bucked the system “like a true modern day Robin Hood.”
When you make a really big mistake, it’s hard to accept the possibility of redemption. A lot of people live with the secret fear in their hearts that “no matter how good I am in the future, I’ll always be the guy who screwed [insert screw-up] up.” Many convicts live with a lifelong stigma on their hearts. The Duke Boys reminded us – every Friday night – that two convicted felons could also be the guardian angels to a whole county of rural Georgia. How many role models like the Dukes are on TV today?
I could go on about the virtues of this show, but I mentioned my disappointment about the movie version, so I ought to talk about that.
Ben Jones, the actor who played Cooter on T.V., posted his opinion of the new movie on his website. He described a “profanity laced script with blatant sexual situations that mocks the good clean family values of our series.” Jones continued, “Now, anybody who knows me knows that I'm not a prude. But this kind of toilet humor has no place in Hazzard County. Rather than honoring our legendary show, they have chosen to degrade it.”
Now anyone who knows me knows that, like Ben Jones, I’m no prude. I even enjoy the occasional toilet humor. But you have to draw the line somewhere. I’m drawing it right here – at the edge of Hazzard County. The Dukes I know never used explicit language. As the song says, they were just good old boys. They never made a sex joke for a cheap laugh, at least not on screen.
Bo and Luke Duke are a lot like the Arthur Fonzarelli, the “Fonz” from Happy Days. They’re the coolest guys in their universe. They play by their own rules, but they’re intensely honorable and can always be counted on to do the right thing. I can’t think of any characters in modern T.V. like that. Now, sit-com protagonists are patterned after Jerry Seinfeld and George Costanza. It’s fun to watch those guys make messes of their lives, but I miss watching the Fonz turn on the jukebox with a rap of his fist. I miss seeing Bo Duke’s trademark slide over the hood of the General Lee. It seems like nowadays, we’re embarrassed that we were ever inspired by Bo, Luke, and the Fonz. It’s like inadvertently getting the chills during the Ewok scene in Return of the Jedi.
My hope for all of you is that you embrace characters like the Dukes and the Fonz. Carry the Dukes of Hazzard lunchbox and think about what the Fonz would do if he were in your shoes. Don’t approach life with a seinfeldian sneer, but with a broad Duke smile.
Let me offer some final remarks on casting. Did anyone see the Jessica Simpson/Nick Lachey Christmas Special? It was apparently intended as an homage to Bing Crosby and probably Perry Como. I don’t know what to say. Picking apart her performance would give it too much honor. Let me just say this. My sincere hope for our society and our taste in entertainment is that we become more of a Rosemary Clooney/Vera Ellen society than a Jessica Simpson/Brittney Spears one.
Please don’t let Freddy Prinze, Jr., Stifler, and Johnny Knoxville remake The Philadelphia Story.
Call me old fashioned.
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