Thursday, September 29, 2016

RIP Gene Wilder

2016 has really been a shit year for celebrities.  Just fucking brutal.

We are gathered here today to celebrate the moviemaking of another wonderful actor we have lost - Gene Wilder.  

Gene Wilder, born Jerome Silberman, had an extremely successful career. This was despite the fact that most of his movies were flops. He was in a handful of hit movies - each one of them was seminal works in their own way. The crazy thing, though, is that he was in a shit ton of stinker movies. Movies that folks don't even know existed (or have forgotten). I think he had more flops than hits, but his hits were ginormous (Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, for instance).
I have a warm spot in my heart for some of the borderline stinkers (I always loved Silver Streak with Richard Pryor and Jill Clayburgh) but the movies I thought of immediately upon losing him were the films he made with Mel Brooks. These movies are pure genius. So it's these I wanted to see.
The Producers, Blazing Saddles, Young Frankenstein. That's a ridiculously amazing line up.
I've seen all of these multiple times in my youth. I mean MULTIPLE times. Each of them are very different than the other, and so so funny. Like LOL-in-my-house-alone funny. The magical thing about Gene Wilder and Mel Brooks partnership is the heart they brought to these films. What I didn't realize when I was young and amused (yet slightly horrified) at the truly audacious shit in these movies was that these would have been nothing...they would have been Porky's...without that heart.

Now I'm expecting that all of you have seen at least one of these films. If you haven't seen them all, I highly recommend that you do. Completely worth your time.
As I watched this time, I was also struck by how many of these amazing actors show up in multiple Mel Brooks films (Gene, Madeline Khan, Harvey Korman, Cloris Leachman). He also had a strong base of brilliant character actors that he used frequently (Kenneth Mars, Liam Dunn). You got to hand it to Mel Brooks - he obviously knew talent when he saw it, grabbed it and hung on. Christopher Guest HAD to have been influenced by this recipe for success:
Get a smart, collaborative, hilarious, amazing bunch of performers together. Check.  
Give them a sturdy foundation (a story with heart) on which to build their performances. Check.  
Let them improvise scenes and ideas. Check. 
Hilarity ensues. Check check check!

Obviously I focused on Gene Wilder when I watched this time. Some things about him:
-His eyeballs. Wow. Just beautiful. They take up half his face! They are soulful and expressive. Sometimes adorned with eyeliner. (Which just makes them more lovelier, actually.  Yes, I'm a girl of the 80s.)
-His hair. Oh Gene. I wish I knew you then. I would introduce you to the haircare regime I've adopted and your locks would be your friend, not your enemy. Sure I use 6 different products (5 for washing alone) but whatevs. Alas, that wasn't meant to be. Frizz it is.
-His mouth. Small, well formed, so delicate. Together with the eyes it created a perfect canvas to create every performance. There's also an almost lisp which adds to the overall vulnerability and is very appealing.
-His talent. We all know him from films, but he actually started in theatre. In fact, he met Brooks because he was in a play with Anne Bancroft (Mel's girlfriend at the time). His films are primarily comedies. What makes him so very special is how nuanced his performances are. He seems to approach his characterization as if the story were a drama (he tears up in Blazing Saddles!). The characters he creates 100% believe in everything they are doing which makes his performances real and makes the comedy so brilliant.  


The Producers - released in 1968
  • Favorite quote:  "Don't be stupid, be a smarty. Come and join the Nazi party!"
  • Brooks fact:  This is the first film he directed. He had only directed one play prior to this.
  • Wilder fact:  Gene was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor! His first film!
  • Mel wrote it as a play within a play originally, which I think is why there are so few locations (first 20 minutes are all in Bailystock's office).
  • Brooks loved the idea of laughing at a dictator. 
  • Roger Ebert wrote, "I remember finding myself in an elevator with Brooks and his wife, actress Anne Bancroft, in New York City a few months after The Producers was released. A woman got onto the elevator, recognized him and said, 'I have to tell you, Mr. Brooks, that your movie is vulgar.' Brooks smiled benevolently. 'Lady,' he said, 'it rose below vulgarity'." (from Wikipedia)
(My drink pairing for this would be a gin martini. Think "bar in any theatre district" for inspiration.)

Blazing Saddles - released in February 1974
  • Favorite quote:  (so many!!) "Raise my rent!"  (my brother John used to say that all the time)
  • Another favorite quote:  "Someone needs to go back for a shitload of dimes!"
  • ANOTHER favorite quote:  Really everything that Lily von Shtupp says!
  • Wilder fact:  He and Cleavon Little rode horses to the premiere. And stayed on them to watch!
  • Richard Pryor was going to play Sheriff Bart but the studio backed off of him because of his history of drug arrests, etc. John Wayne was set for Wilder's part of the Waco Kid. Kind of glad neither of those stuck. Wayne wouldn't do it because it was too naughty (bad for his wholesome image) but was excited to see the finished project. He told Mel he'd be first in line to see the film.
(I'm gonna go out of a limb and give you a food pairing this time. Franks and beans. LOTS of beans. Wash it down with some sarsaparilla. Then clear everyone from the room.)

Young Frankenstein - released in December 1974 (1974 was a good year for Gene and us!)
  • Favorite quote:  (again, SO many) "Roll, roll, roll in ze hay!"
  • Another favorite quote:  "Could be worse." "How?" "Could be raining."  (I used that one A LOT when I was younger)
  • ANOTHER favorite quote:  "He could have an enormous schwanzstucker." "That goes without saying"  "Voof"
  • OMG, one more:  "Taffeta, darling."  "Taffeta sweetheart."
  • Brooks fact:  Mel originally didn't want the "Puttin' on the Ritz" scene. Wait, WHAT? Wilder fought so hard for it he nearly burst into tears. Mel said "okay, if you feel that strongly about it, it's bound to be great." (I'm a million percent paraphrasing here)
  • Wilder fact:  This was originally his idea although he and Brooks shared writing credits. I think you can tell, though, because while clearly Brooks sticks in the sophomoric humor (not dissing, just saying), the script is so thoughtful and heartfelt. They both felt very strongly that they would honor Mary Shelly (author of original Frankenstein novel) and James Whale (director of original Frankenstein film).
  • One of my favorite things about this movie is that Brooks and Wilder approached the man who did the original Frankenstein sets in the 1930s, Kenneth Strickfaden, to see if he had any of the sets. They were all just sitting in his garage. He let them take the sets and he even set it up for them!
(My drink pairing for this movie is a shot of Jaegermeister.)

And to wrap this up, I want to do a shameless plug for my niece D'Arcy Carden. I've watched this kid in a myriad of school plays. She's always amazing - I've known this for a long time. Now the world will, because you can watch her in an NBC sitcom - The Good Place. 
Watch this if you know what's good for you.  :)

My takeaways - 
#1 - 2016 has been a hell of a year. I'm ready to move on, thanks.
#2 - I didn't mention Gene and Gilda being married because he was married a bunch of other times too. What I appreciate about him, however, is his private life was just that - private.
#3 - I re-watched Willy Wonka recently. Goddammit that's a good movie.

xoxo....hashtagSueslife


Friday, September 9, 2016

Celebrating Dogan H Erokan

This is off my normal posting "rhythm", but today would have been my dad's 100th birthday and I wanted to honor him. I don't write a lot about my dad here - largely because he wasn't a big movie fan. But he was a character and an influence and he is always with me, even though he's been gone for over half my life.

Some things about my father:
  • He was all sorts of secretive and internal. Honestly, he could have been a film director in Hollywood for all I knew. Okay, that's an exaggeration but here's some stuff to illustrate my dad, his work and secrets
    • He worked on HIGHLY sensitive projects at Lockheed back in the day. He was originally an engineer in their Oceanography division but ended up in Missiles and Space. The irony that I work on secret stuff right now is not lost on me.
    • He was also the guy who got plaques for having Zero Defects in his work. Try living up to that when you can barely grasp basic Algebra. That was tough on our relationship.
    • While he was at Lockheed he was flying to LA and back daily on one of his top-secret jobs...and my family didn't know about it until it was done. MY MOM had no idea. He'd leave at his normal time in the morning and be home for dinner. Crazy, right?
  • He believed in reincarnation, which may have been something prevalent in his religion, but he had one story that exemplified why he believed. He was a naturally gifted mathematician, but the thing that blew even his mind is when he took his first computer class at Harvard (ahem). He just GOT it. He just knew what the professor was talking about (this was in the early 40s...big wall sized computers). He understood it to the point that they moved him to the next level class (at HARVARD) so he could actually learn something. That shit is nuts.
  • He had an exceedingly crusty exterior but I know deep down he loved his family. (He went up against my mother when I was 12 and wanted a kitten. He was surprisingly on my side. We won, and that was no easy feat! That's love for you.) He just had a hard time showing it. My theories on why:
    • Maybe this was because he was raised by a single mother who had lost both her husbands (my dad was only 2 when his father was killed in the Battle of Gallipoli). She probably had a lot to manage.
    • Maybe it's a Turkish thing - apparently my grandmother told my mom that you only kiss your children when they are sleeping; you don't show affection.
    • Or maybe it was because he was a true introvert.
  • He was a different guy when he was young.
    • My aunt tells me this crazy story about how she was visiting once and wanted to go gambling so he drove her to Reno for one night. They stayed up all night gambling and came home the next day.
    • When he was dating my mom (he was attending either Harvard or MIT, cuz he went to both!) he was the life of her family parties, often drinking everyone under the table.  
    • My mom's family adored my dad, despite the Greek/Turkish thing!
  • He hated being sick - I think for him it was the ultimate insult. He was very active and took good care of himself; he ate well and exercised regularly. His body let him down. He also hated being a burden on his family. He apologized to me once, close to the end. For being sick. That's something that stays with you.
Some things about my dad and me:
  • He loved having a daughter (being the old Turkish man he was, he called me "Daughter" all the time.  Or maybe he just forgot my name. Kidding.) but I think that after I grew out of being a malleable little kid, he had no idea what to do with me. I can guarantee he didn't bank on living with an opinionated, outgoing female who didn't want to do things the way he wanted (I'm not sure why, since that is what he married. Maybe he was hoping his offspring wouldn't be as contrary as his wife?). I got lectured on things ALL THE TIME. I know he had had enough rebellion from my crazy musician brothers and I also assume he had very strict ideas of how girls should behave. Sadly, that's not what he got.
  • He and I had a rough go of it for the majority of my teenage years through my early 20s. I'm sure he was continually flummoxed and I was just irritated. Not a great mix, but pretty typical. The unfortunate thing was I didn't have much time with him after I grew up and pulled my head out of my ass to really understand him. 
We made our amends, my dad and I. Granted it was at the last minute, but still. And what I have come to realize and accept is I am my father's daughter in many ways, inside and out.
  • I have his face. (Although I've never mastered the raised brow like he did. His was epic and terrifying to my high school friends.)
  • I have his fucked up, glaucoma eyes.
  • I have a bit of his OCD Virgo behavior. (Any one who doesn't believe me should ask Beth about our headdresses when we belly danced.)
And a few of the things he taught me have stayed with me.
  • Don't walk over street grates wearing high heels.
  • Star Trek: The Next Generation is awesome. He was watching it before me!
  • Music is important.
So in his honor today, I'm going to add an email I sent to my book club when I wasn't working (these emails were the beginnings of my blog). A really odd thing about my father, who was a math genius and had multiple degrees, was that he loved some seriously bad TV. This was one of his favorites.

(Originally sent March '15)
I was overjoyed this morning to find that Fantasy Island has shown up in my daytime TV rotation! Exciting. I LOVED this show when I was younger. Naturally I am watching it and this is what I'm finding (like a mini Sue's Revues):
  • Ricardo Montalban is a fine looking older man
  • He is also a ridiculous over-actor.  
  • 80's lipstick style is really not good...bad colors and everyone looks like they have misshaped lips (or maybe these actresses just do have misshaped lips!)
  • Tattoo is fucking awesome!!
  • Tattoo is also a ridiculous over-actor.
  • Mr. Rourke is heavy handed when he's trying to "teach someone a lesson".  And by the way...if it's my fantasy, WHY are you teaching ME a lesson??  
  • I'd want my money back if I were a patron of Fantasy Island.  Fuck you and your lessons.
As I'm learning with my foray into movies and TV of my youth:  Some things are better left in the past.

Happy birthday, Dad. We miss you. We should all raise a glass of port in his honor. And if you are so inclined, smoke a pipe.



xoxo...hashtagSueslife