R.I.P. Raquel Welch

 

Raquel Welch, the number one sex symbol of the 1960s, has died. As a kid, my friend Terry and I both had crushes on Raquel Welch and Stefanie Powers. He preferred "Rocky" as we called her and I preferred "Steffie." 

I probably first saw her as the Billboard girl on THE HOLLYWOOD PALACE but never paid much attention to her. I know the first movie I saw her in was FATHOM, on TV a few years after it had come out.

Terry and I saw KANSAS CITY BOMBER twice at the theater, even though neither of us liked roller derby. We both loved her weirdo TV special, which made the cover of TV GUIDE, and we talked my dad into taking us to see HANNIE CAULDER when we were still underage for R-rated movies.

No such luck with the MPAA X-rated MYRA BRECKINRIDGE, which was supposed to be her big breakout film, although I did read the book and I had the cool film poster on my wall for years. 

Later, in the 1970s, when Raquel began touring with a singing act, we were still too young to see her at the legendary Beverly Hills Supper Club here in Kentucky before it burned down, although Terry in recent years insists that we did go to see her together then.

In time, she got to be a better actress, and she wasn't a terrible singer, either. Perhaps surorisingly, she never appeared nude, wither in films or in magazines. A belated PLAYBOY spread has her topless but completely covered up in every photo. 

My wife's comic book character Ms. Molecule is based in part visually on Raquel in FANTASTIC VOYAGE.

Raquel Welch has been a part of my pop culture life for more than half a century. I'm sorry to see her go. R.I.P. 

 

Clueless Review of Blazing Saddles--1974

This reminds me of those critics who consistently attacked the Beatles as just a wig-wearing gimmick, with no talent whatsoever as singers, musicians, or songwriters. John Crittenden was, of course, entitled to his opinion, but he states it here as if it were fact, and history has proven BLAZING SADDLES to be one of the funniest and most important comedy movies of all time. 

 

Button Buster Keaton

 

I've read a dozen books on the great Buster Keaton and seen at least as many documentaries and if I ever heard or saw him listed as "Button Buster," it never made an impression. Looking at publicity for Keaton in 1922-23, though, there seems to have been a concerted effort to bill him thusly. Looks like it never caught on.

Beatles Satire from 1966

In 1966, John Lennon made a remark to an old friend in an English interview that, while ostensibly true, got him in a heap of trouble in the Bible Belt of the USA when it was later reprinted in the US and excerpted out of context. 

Some newspapers were quick to join the attacks on the Fab 4 in general and John in particular. Across the country, rallies were formed to burn Beatle records and many teenagers and disc jockeys who were major fans just months earlier were now ready to gleefully destroy them. 

The great humorist Art Buchwald, however, saw this trend for how bizarre and manipulative it actually was and wrote and published this satire in his column. It likely went over the heads of those most concerned about it, but when this was published, REVOLVER had just come out and SGT. PEPPER'S LONELY HEARTS CLUB BAND was less than a year away.

By that point, even those who wanted to burn the LPs were likely buying them again!

 

Booksteve Reviews: The Annotated Abbott and Costello

Just a reminder that I review pop culture books, graphic novels, comic books, and occasionally movies for the FORCES OF GEEK site numerous times in any given month. Here's my latest, which just went up today. The site already has a handful of others ready to post soon and I have a half-dozen more items to review here on hand. Please check out my reviews there when you can. In the meantime, try this one:

Written by Matthew Coniam and Nick Santa Maria
Foreword by John Landis
Published by McFarland Publishing

Long before I ever actually saw even a photo of Abbott and Costello, my dad introduced me to them by teaching me the parts he could remember of “Who’s on First?” He’d do both roles and have my mother and I cracking up. He told me he’d seen them perform in Burlesque back in the day and that they had made a lot of movies, but I was glued to the television much of the time and I never saw any movies they were in.

When I was nine-years-old, though, we got a new UHF channel in our area that specialized in reruns of old TV series I had grown up with like Batman and My Favorite Martian, cartoons I had never heard of like Prince Planet and Captain Fathom, and old movie series like Charlie Chan, The Bowery Boys, and, eventually, Abbott and Costello.

Actually, the first A&C I got to watch, with my dad, was Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein, which ran during the channel’s Saturday night horror show hosted by the Cool Ghoul. It was not only my introduction to Bud and Lou but also my introduction to Bela Lugosi! Needless to say, I loved it.

Not so much my second exposure to the fellas—Abbott and Costello in the Foreign Legion. Thus did I learn that all they touched was not gold, a point made well enough in the new, long-overdue book, The Annotated Abbott and Costelloby Matthew Coniam and my Facebook pal, Nick Santa Maria. Both of these men are well-known as classic comedy experts in multiple venues as well as Abbott and Costello fans of the first order, which makes them eminently qualified for a book of this type.

It’s long been said, of course, that if you have to explain a joke, it isn’t funny. Luckily, the book at hand doesn’t really explain any of the jokes or routines per se, but rather gives them context and background—where did they originate, how often were they recycled, etc.

Not being an actual biography of the two men, what we have is more a career overview, although with enough of their histories to give us the parallel stories of the triumphs and tragedies happening in their personal lives at the same time their careers were soaring. And as with every success story, there actually is plenty of backstage angst.

Egos and angst aside, however, the authors do an excellent balancing act which allows them to continually concentrate on their films, emphasizing where each occurs in the bigger picture of their whole rise and fall.

Unlike a lot of collaborations, the line of “who wrote what?” is clearly delineated here, with each co-author trading off solo bylines on individual chapters or post-chapter comments. Each man offers a well-thought out and often amusing in its own right appraisal of the team and each film. Neither are any of their reviews sugarcoated. When it’s bad, they call it as such—although the other man might beg to differ in comments at the end.

Although equally prolific on radio throughout the 1940s and television throughout the 1950s, the authors, already pushing 500 pages, have chosen to center on just the film career, covering all of the duo’s screen appearances as well as Lou’s one solo film and even the 1960s compilation clipfest.

Toward the end of the book, there are some fun sections, including a number of well-known fans, film historians, authors, bloggers, etc. offering their own personal takes on favorite A&C comedies. (Nick, you had my contact info. I feel left out!).

Also among these learned personages is Chris Costello, Lou’s daughter. When my own son, David, was five years old, he could already read. I adapted a pre-school version of “Who’s on First?” that the two of us would perform at the Cincinnati Old-Time Radio Convention one year. While there is no recording of that, a few years ago I did find a cassette I had made of our rehearsals the night before. I sent it to Chris Costello who wrote back saying how much her dad loved kids and how much he would have loved hearing that recording. Remembering how much my dad had loved Abbott and Costello, as I read The Annotated Abbott and Costello, I just kept thinking how much MY dad would have absolutely loved this book. I sure did!

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Comics: A Vanishing Art Form-1963

Here's an interesting article about comic books about 9 years after the Code and the end of the big boom in comics, but also 3 years before Superman hit Broadway and Batmania hit the nation. Interesting how the columnist's memory aaaalmost gets things right. "Red Lantern?" Mixing up Billy and Freddy? Green Arrow in his own title? 

The improbably named Wells A. Twombly was only 27 or 28 when he wrote this. A sports journalist of some renown, he died in 1977 at the age of only 41. 

 

Batman '66

And just like that, we're back with some random 1966 Bat-newspaper clippings.

Wait, what!!??