Showing posts with label Doris Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Doris Day. Show all posts

Monday, May 13, 2019

To Absent Friends - Doris Day

Doris Day
1922 - 2019

This was the headline in The Hollywood Reporter this morning:

Doris Day, Hollywood's Favorite Girl Next Door, Dies at 97


The accompanying obituary told the story of the life and career of Doris Day, and it is worth reading:


I have written often of Doris Day on this Blog, usually in conjunction with her April birthday (just last month I noted that she had turned 97) and usually with the line "who doesn't like Dories Day?"

Rather than restate what I have written in the past, I thought that as my Absent Friends Tribute, I would except portions of a post that I wrote last August, after I had watched Miss Day's classic movie "Pillow Talk" on TCM.  Here you go...


In her opening comments (prior to the TCM showing of the movie), TCM hostess Alicia Malone noted that by the end of the 1950's, the musical films in which Day had starred were becoming passe, and that she needed something to boost her career when she was approached to make this "sex comedy" (more about THAT term later on).  She was reluctant at first, but did it anyway, and, presto-chango, Day's career was revived - she was nominated for an Oscar for PILLOW TALK -  and a great screen team, Doris Day and Rock Hudson (and Tony Randall) was born.  The three of them would take two more movies together after this one.

In PILLOW TALK, Day plays a single career woman, an interior decorator, who is forced to share a party line with Hudson, a philandering song writer.  Now today, no one watching this movie under the age of fifty would know what a "party line" was, but you get the idea pretty quickly.  Unknown to each other, they are connected by Randall, a three times divorced rich guy who is in love with Day and who is employing Hudson to write songs for  show he is backing.

As it can only happen in the movies, Hudson realizes that his hated party line partner is not some wizened old crone, but rather the beautiful Doris Day, introduces himself by using another identity (again, only in the movies), Day, of course, falls madly in love with him, and hijinks, as they say, ensue.

I came away from watching PILLOW TALK with a heightened respect for Doris Day.  She was quite beautiful (as emphasized with a gorgeous wardrobe), and very funny.  She  also had the ability to roll her eyes and make faces to terrific comic effect.  The scene where she realizes that Hudson's "Rex Stetson" is really her party line nemesis Brad Allen by playing a bit of music on a piano is a brilliant bit of comic acting.

I mentioned that this was considered a "sex comedy" when it was released.  Sexual mores have sure changed since then.  In 1959, the sex comedy PILLOW TALK featured a New York City single career woman fighting off leering men in an effort to preserve her virtue.  In the early 2000's, the sex comedy "Sex and the City" featured New York City single career women like Sarah Jessica Parker and Kim Catrall shedding their clothes and boffing good looking guys at the drop of a hat.  Times have certainly changed.  Whether for the better or not is, I suppose, in the eye of the beholder.

For better or for worse  Doris Day became typecast as the virtuous not-until-you-marry-me type soon after PILLOW TALK.  This probably worked against her in the mid-1960's when director Mike Nichols strongly considered Day for the role of Mrs. Robinson in "The Graduate", or so the story goes.  Of course that role went to Anne Bancroft, but one wonders "What if Doris Day became the predatory Mrs. Robinson?"  We'll never know, but it's fun to speculate. 


RIP Doris Day.

Thursday, April 4, 2019

This 'n That....

Cleaning out the Mental In-Box.....


News arrived earlier this week that the Alliance of American Football, the AAF, or, as some refer to it, The Aaaaaafffffff, was folding its tent and ceasing operations after seven weeks of its inaugural season.

This league seemed to have a lot going for it....Smart football people were involved (Bill Pollian) in running it, there was TV backing for it (CBS, NFL Network), and it had a reasonable sense of itself (it would work in concert with the NFL as a developmental league, rather than as a competitor).  Plus, there seemed to be a constant demand for football in the United States, right?

Well, apparently not.  

I did watch a game in the first weekend, but none since.  The quality of play was spotty, but I liked that they were using the games to test out new rules and ideas (no kickoffs, a variation of the onside kick, etc), and the games did move incredibly quickly in real time, so the NFL could definitely learn from that.  

However, it didn't even last full season.  I don't want to make light of it, since a lot of people - players, coaches, game officials, and office staffs - are now out of work.  That's never a good thing.  Also, if you are considering investing in the revival of Vince McMahon's XFL, scheduled to start in 2020, you might want to reconsider.  The demise of the AAF would pretty much doom the XFL, it seems to me.

I generally avoid any analysis of a baseball team's season until they play thirty games, or around 20% of a season, but based on only four games thus far, your Pittsburgh Pirates appear to be a team that will cause it's fans to gobble up antacid pills like ballpark peanuts as the season unfolds.  They sit at 1-3. In all four games, they led after six innings (they could be 4-0) before the bullpen, considered a strength going into the season, proceeded to blow those leads, and blow them in somewhat spectacular fashion.

Starting pitching has been good to very good, defense has been shaky, base running questionable, and the bullpen, as previously noted, awful.  Still, it's only four games, so no need to panic yet.  Let's check in again after that thirty game mark.

The Pirates home opener loss to the Cardinals, the 4-0 and 5-4 leads blown by the Bucs aside, was a perfect microcosm of all that is wrong about baseball at this point in the 21st century.  It took five hours to play, and while there were two extra innings involved, it took four hours to play nine innings. Managers Clint Hurdle and Mike Schildt (and if you'd have pointed a gun to my head before Monday and told me to name the Cardinals manager, I'd have failed miserably), did all that they could to slow this game down and turn it into an interminable slog.  

Consider this one sequence in the game.  Hurdle makes his slow walk out to the mound and calls in Francisco Liriano from the pen to face a left-handed batter.  Liriano makes his way in from the bullpen, takes his eight warm up pitches (after he'd already been throwing in the bullpen), and the proceeds to walk the batter he faces.  Hurdle then walks out to the mound, calls in another pitcher, who walks in from the pen, takes his eight warm up pitches....well, you get the idea.  Probably 12 to 15 minutes of real time elapsed and the only thing that actually happened was a base on balls.

Baseball as it is being played today is becoming almost unwatchable.  The old time baseball "purists" who rail and shout at the clouds about anything being done to "change the game" should be more worried about the game withering and dying from lack of interest due to the pure ennui that the game has become.  Rob Manfred's desire to make changes that will pick up the pace of play should be encouraged and embraced, not scorned by the people who long for the days of wool uniforms and teams traveling by trains.

The NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament has gone pretty much according to chalk and have lacked the early round upsets hat everyone loves, and that was probably a good thing, since it produced some spectacular games in the Rounds of Sixteen and Eight.  We have become big fans of the University of Virginia Cavaliers as the Final Four approaches.  Should UVA  advance to the final game and win it on Monday night, Marilyn will be the winner of a prestigious Bracket Pool run by our pal John Frissora.  Even if the Hoos lose in the final, she will finish in second place, but to get there, they need to beat Auburn and its loathsome coach Bruce Pearl on Saturday.  So let's go UVA.  Make Mr. Jefferson proud.


And in a non-sports related item, I note that yesterday was the 97th birthday of actress Doris Day.  I made mention of this on The Facebook yesterday, both on my regular feed and on a couple of movie groups to which I belong.  All posts brought up numerous comments and "likes" from people expressing their regard for Miss Day.  As I said, who doesn't like Doris Day and what's not to like?  I hope that she spent her birthday, and is spending all of her days, in good health and comfort.

Friday, August 24, 2018

A New Look at Three Old Movies

I love going back and watching older movies, movies that I enjoyed in the past, and watching them once again from the perspective of the passing of time and advanced years (my own!).  Thanks to TCM and my DVR, I recently watched three such movies, all comedies: PILLOW TALK (1959), WHAT'S UP, DOC? (1972), and THE SUNSHINE BOYS (1975).

Let's take this in the order in which I watched them.


Let's face it, trying to name your favorite Neil Simon play/movie is like trying to name your favorite Sinatra or Beatles song.  There is just too much rich material from which to choose to come up with a definitive favorite.  THE SUNSHINE BOYS often gets overlooked when discussing the Simon canon, but it is one of my favorites.  It started as a play in 1972, received multiple Tony nominations, and ran on Broadway for over 500 performances.  In 1975,  it was released as a movie that starred George Burns and Walter Matthau as Al Lewis and Willie Clark, "The Sunshine Boys", a famous vaudeville act that had a run of success for over forty years, but there was one small problem: they hated each other.  It seems that Clark never forgave Lewis for, among other things, retiring and ending the act.  However, they have been asked to reunite for one last time to perform on a "History of Comedy" television special.

Burns won an Oscar for his performance, Matthau is his usual brilliant self as the cantankerous Willie  (Matthau was 24 years younger that Burns, but you'd never know it), and in an supporting role, Richard Benjamin as Willie's nephew and agent is fabulous.  So many great bits in this one:  Matthau/Willie trying to open his apartment door, Benjamin's continued frustration in dealing with both Lewis and Clark ("Oh, I'm getting chest pains"), and both Lewis and Clark reminiscing about old show biz acts and disagreeing about who was whom when reading the obituaries in Variety.

Great line:
Benjamin - "Mr. Lewis, aren't you excited about doing the old act again?"
Burns - "I've done this sketch 11,000 times.  11,001 doesn't excite me."

THE SUNSHINE BOYS is touching, poignant, and, above all, funny.  I couldn't recommend it highly enough.


In 1972, thirty-three year old director Peter Bogdanovich, fresh off a big hit, "The Last Picture Show", decided to revive the genre of "screwball comedy" of the 1930's and '40's with WHAT'S UP, DOC?.  The plot, such as it is, involves a mix-up of four identical plaid travel bags, an absent minded music professor, Ryan O'Neal, his nagging fiance, Madeline Kahn (her movie debut), and, of course, the flighty, madcap heroine, Barbra Streisand, who falls in love with the clueless O'Neal.

I recall seeing this movie back in 1972 on at least two occasions in crowded movie theaters and laughing hysterically at the slapstick elements - cars crash into each other as Streisand blithely crosses a street, a guy follows another guy through the streets of San Francisco while lugging a set of golf clubs,  a hotel room catching on fire while Streisand is out on the ledge of the building wrapped only in a towel, a pie fight, and, in the piece de resistance a four car (plus a bicycle pushcart) chase scene throughout San Francisco that involves, among other elements, a guy on a very high stepladder trying to hang a sign in the middle of the street, while two guys try to cross the street while carrying a huge pane of  glass.  

Like I said, it was big laughs in a crowded theater forty-five years ago, and that is perhaps how this movie should be seen.  In a crowd with a lot of other people.  Then the laughter would be infectious   It was still funny with just Marilyn and I watching it in our living room, but it wasn't quite the same.  Also, Bogdanovich and screenwriter Buck Henry made one big mistake.  The last line of dialog between Streisand and O'Neal at the end of the movie is a riff on the "Love means never having to say you're sorry" line from O'Neal's hit movie, "Love Story".  It was pretty funny line back in 1972, but audiences seeing it today would have no clue as to what the joke was supposed to be.  The rest of the comedy in WHAT'S UP, DOC? is pretty much timeless, though.

Interestingly enough, this was the first movie that Streisand made that was not a movie remake of a big Broadway musical.  For the first time in a movie, Streisand was not required to sing in this one (although she did sing over the credits and had one small musical bit in the movie).   She was required to be a comedic actress in this one, and she pulled it off quite well.

Also, whatever happened to Peter Bogdanovich's directing career?  After "The Last Picture Show" and this one, he had one other big hit, "Paper Moon" (1973) and after that, pretty much nothing of note.  In fact, IMDB lists more acting credits (53) for him than director credits (34).  He is probably most remembered as Dr. Elliot Kupferberg on "The Sopranos".


Of the three films, this is the one that I thought that I would like the least, but I was pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed this one.  In her opening comments, TCM hostess Alicia Malone noted that by the end of the 1950's, the musical films in which Day had starred were becoming passe, and that she needed something to boost her career when she was approached to make this "sex comedy" (more about THAT term later on).  She was reluctant at first, but did it anyway, and, presto-chango, Day's career was revived - she was nominated for an Oscar for PILLOW TALK -  and a great screen team, Doris Day and Rock Hudson (and Tony Randall) was born.  The three of them would take two more movies together after this one.

In PILLOW TALK, Day plays a single career woman, an interior decorator, who is forced to share a party line with Hudson, a philandering song writer.  Now today, no one watching this movie under the age of fifty would know what a "party line" was, but you get the idea pretty quickly.  Unknown to each other, they are connected by Randall, a three times divorced rich guy who is in love with Day and who is employing Hudson to write songs for  show he is backing.

As it can only happen in the movies, Hudson realizes that his hated party line partner is not some wizened old crone, but rather the beautiful Doris Day, introduces himself by using another identity (again, only in the movies), Day, of course, falls madly in love with him, and hijinks, as they say, ensue.

One very funny scene involved Randall talking to Hudson and telling him point-by-point why he needed to give up his woman-chasing, philandering ways, find a nice girl, settle down and get married.  To each point that Randall made, Hudson calmly asked "Why?"  A frustrated Randall finally says "well, if you want to be difficult I suppose you could find an argument for anything!"

The movie also co-stars Thelma Ritter playing Day's wisecracking (what else?) maid with a drinking problem.  Essentially, she plays Thelma Ritter, and she's very funny.

I came away from watching PILLOW TALK with a heightened respect for Doris Day.  She was quite beautiful (as emphasized with a gorgeous wardrobe), and very funny.  She  also had the ability to roll her eyes and make faces to terrific comic effect.  The scene where she realizes that Hudson's "Rex Stetson" is really her party line nemesis Brad Allen by playing a bit of music on a piano is a brilliant bit of comic acting.

I mentioned that this was considered a "sex comedy" when it was released.  Sexual mores have sure changed since then.  In 1959, the sex comedy PILLOW TALK featured a New York City single career woman fighting off leering men in an effort to preserve her virtue.  In the early 2000's, the sex comedy "Sex and the City" featured New York City single career women like Sarah Jessica Parker and Kim Catrall shedding their clothes and boffing good looking guys at the drop of a hat.  Times have certainly changed.  Whether for the better or not is, I suppose, in the eye of the beholder.

For better or for worse  Doris Day became typecast as the virtuous not-until-you-marry-me type soon after PILLOW TALK.  This probably worked against her in the mid-1960's when director Mike Nichols strongly considered Day for the role of Mrs. Robinson in "The Graduate", or so the story goes.  Of course that role went to Anne Bancroft, but one wonders "What if Doris Day became the predatory Mrs. Robinson?"  We'll never know, but it's fun to speculate. 

Anyway, there are three comic movies from the Wayback Machine.  All of the still worth watching in 2018.

Doris Day is still with us.  She turned 96 last April. 

Doris Day
Today and Yesterday

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

DVR Alert: "The Winning Team"



Wednesday night at 11:45 (Eastern) on Turner Classic Movies - "The Winning Team" (1952) starring Doris Day and Ronald Reagan.   It is the story of Baseball Hall of Fame pitcher Grover Cleveland Alexander, and, typical of sports movies of that era, it's not what you would call very hard hitting or even true to Alexander's actual life.  Hey, the fact that Doris Day gets top billing over the guy who plays Alexander should tell you all you need to know about the verisimilitude of the movie, but I recommend it for two reasons.


One, it's always kind of a hoot to see Reagan playing in a cheesy movie knowing what the future held for him, and...


Two, for you baseball history buffs out there, it does give a pretty fair dramatization of Game 7 of the 1926 World Series when the aging, hungover Alex, came in in relief with the bases loaded and Tony Lazzeri at bat, and, well, if you're a baseball history buff, you know what happened, and if you are not, watch the movie and find out.  (Although I think the movie kind of whitewashes the "hungover" part.)


Also, you get to see some honest-to-God ballplayers in bit parts as well.  Guys such as Gene Mauch, Peanuts Lowry,  Bob Lemon, and Catfish Metkovitch.


It ain't high art, but it's fun nonetheless.