The writing team of Josh Goldsmith & Cathy Yuspa (two talented and lovely people) just sold a pilot to Fox that would be a domestic comedy shot live every week. Coincidentally, I just received the following Friday Question from DyHrdMET (I assume this is a Mets fan and if so, my condolences):
What are your thoughts on doing a sitcom on live television (even a single episode)? I remember a TV show Roc about 20 years ago that did live episodes on Sunday nights on FOX. Have you ever been involved in that? Would you want to be?
There have been several recent live episodes of sitcoms done as a rating stunt. 30 ROCK did a fantastic episode. I seem to recall WILL & GRACE doing one as well.
There are pluses and minuses. The first plus for Cathy & Josh is that this hook helped sell their pilot. If you don't sell it first, nothing else matters.
The other big advantage – from a producer standpoint – is that you have absolutely no post production. You save hours and hours of editing, color-balancing, sound correcting, etc. Not to mention no pick-ups. No 2:00 AM wraps.
Another advantage goes away quickly – the novelty aspect of the stunt. At first it’s very exciting as a viewer – you know you’re watching something live. But after awhile, you forget and the show just has to live or die on its content. Do you pay any real attention to the fact that SNL is L?
And now the downsides. You have waaaaay less control over the quality.
You’re putting an enormous amount of pressure on the actors week after week. Josh & Cathy mentioned they want cast members with improv backgrounds, which is very wise, because they’re going to go up on lines. It’s inevitable. Wait'll two big jokes a week get trampled. In addition to everything else, they’ll be expected to cover and still steer the show back to the script. Some can do this. But very few. Lots of really good actors who would be perfect for your show might avoid it because they’re worried about this aspect. So suddenly your pool of candidates shrinks considerably. It’s hard enough to cast when everyone in the world is available to you.
And then there’s the guest cast. Your principals might get somewhat used to the format, but actors just coming in for the week would not. One of them could kill an episode if they fuck up badly.
All the imperfections will be exposed. Sound problems (the audience didn’t hear a line because the boom operator missed a cue), bad camera shots because someone is not right on their mark, a light blows out on the set, a prop malfunctions, a wall falls down, etc. You’re stuck with it.
Writing-wise, you back yourself into a corner. There will be weeks the script doesn’t work and you need to do a lot of rewriting. There’s no wiggle room for pushing the filming back a day or two. Plus, you make it that much harder on the cast when you give them whole new 40 page scripts to memorize with only a day or so before they have to perform it in front of millions of people. That’s not fair to them.
On the other hand, to not change things because you’re putting too much pressure on the actors means you often have to live with lines or scenes you know are not as good as they could be. I had that with the musical I co-wrote. During production we were so strangled by Equity restrictions that we had no time to fix lines and moments and night after night I would watch stuff that needed help but couldn’t address it. It drove me out of my mind. In television I’m used to just going out on the floor and changing something. No can do in live TV. Or summer stock in Connecticut.
The storytelling itself will be dictated by the restrictions imposed by the form. Just like with a play, costume changes have to be covered and getting actors from set to set can be a challenge. And unlike a play, you don’t have the suspension of belief you do in the theater. Sets can’t just fly in. Lights on and off can’t determine different locales. These obstacles are not at all insurmountable but they must be factored in. Here again, Cathy & Josh are smart to make it a domestic comedy. Entire shows can take place in the house. Imagine doing SEINFELD live with its forty or fifty one-page scenes. Yikes! Or FRIENDS where the costume changes for the actresses alone took hours. A typical FRIENDS filming took from 5:00 PM to 2:00 AM. They even had two audiences because the first one would be exhausted after five hours. That ain't gonna fly in live TV.
Assuming they’ll perform the show twice each week (once for the east coast and again for the west), the west coast shows will probably be way better because the writers will be able to change a few jokes that bombed, and the actors will have had essentially one more runthrough before their west coast performance. That’s great for us out west, but the majority of the American audience will then see the inferior version.
By eliminating the editing process you also eliminate a major step in improving a show. I can’t tell you how many episodes I’ve worked on that came way up in quality or were literally saved by editing. Besides hiding a plethora of blemishes, you can greatly improve the pace. And pace in comedy is key.
Personally, I wouldn’t want to produce a live weekly sitcom. Too many things I couldn't control. But that’s me. Cathy & Josh are terrific and I’m sure will do a great job.
Of course, the ultimate irony is that with DVR’s, even though the show will be live, most people will still see it on tape.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Tuesday, October 09, 2012
My version of SUPERBOY
Here’s another chapter in my saga of the Superman legend if a Jewish couple had found him in the cornfield. The first part is here. A breakdown of how I wrote it is here. Now we jump forward to when the young lad is a teenager. I won’t be breaking down this scene, but based on the other, hopefully you can glean a little of the thinking that went into constructing this scene.
INT. SUGARMAN KITCHEN – NIGHT (2005)
15-year old, Zvee Sugarman enters with something on his mind. His parents are there – Morris and Yetta.
ZVEE: Mom? Dad? Can we talk?
YETTA: Of course, son.
MORRIS: Did you get that Lane girl in trouble?
ZVEE: What? No! We’re just friends.
MORRIS: I don’t like her. Who names their kid Lois? So you were saying, Zvee?
Zvee joins them at the table.
ZVEE: I don’t know how to say this, but… I think I’m different from the other kids.
Morris and Yetta share a knowing look, then:
YETTA: (gently) You are, son. We didn’t want to say anything, but you are.
MORRIS: You’re Jewish.
ZVEE: Huh? No. It’s not that.
MORRIS: Of course it’s that. We’re Jews in Kansas. Come Christmas time we’re the only family in the whole goddamn state that doesn’t get a tree.
ZVEE: But it’s more than that. I seem to have this unbelievable strength. The other day Lois was spying on some teachers for a story she’s writing for the school paper and she got trapped under a car. I was able to lift an entire SUV with one hand so she could get out.
YETTA: Oh dear!
MORRIS: Jesus!
ZVEE: I know!
MORRIS: Where were you when we needed to move the piano? I had to call those two yokels. Must’ve cost me two-fifty.
YETTA: (to Zvee) It could have just been adrenaline, sweetheart.
ZVEE: No. There’s more. Lois climbed a big tree so she could train a telescope on a local judge she was spying on for a story and she slipped and fell. I was at the other end of the park but I heard her and in one leap I was there to catch her.
YETTA: Really? You leaped like one mile in a single bound?
MORRIS: I’m telling you, stay away from that girl. She’s poison!
ZVEE: It’s bizarre. Once everyone left I tried to leap again – just to see how far I could go. And you’re not going to believe this but… I can fly. I can actually fly.
YETTA: Oh my God!
MORRIS: You can fly?
ZVEE: What does this mean?
MORRIS: Well, for us – we don’t have to buy you a car.
At the time of the crash they never entertained this option but now…
YETTA: Morris, I’m starting to think –
MORRIS: What? That that rocket actually came from outer space? That’s cuckoo talk!
ZVEE: Huh? What?
It’s truth time. Yetta takes a deep breath, then:
YETTA: Zvee, son. You know of course that you were adopted.
ZVEE: Yeah. From a couple in Israel that gave me up because they were both Nobel Prize winning scientists who needed to continue their vital research in helping Jerry’s kids.
YETTA: Yes, well… we might’ve embellished the story just a wee bit.
ZVEE: So what’s the real story?
YETTA: You were born on another planet and sent to earth in a spaceship.
ZVEE: Oh, come on!
YETTA: No. It’s true. I myself didn’t realize it until now, but these powers you have – you’re obviously special. I know every Jewish mother says that but none of their children can fly.
ZVEE: Wow. This is a lot to process.
YETTA: Puberty is a confusing time.
MORRIS: But still, the thing that really separates you is that you’re Jewish.
YETTA: Oh Morris!
MORRIS: Hey, for all we know half the country are aliens.
YETTA: That’s ridiculous!
MORRIS: Oh really? Explain Bush getting re-elected!
She waves him off then turns to Zvee.
YETTA: What other powers do you have, son?
ZVEE: Well, bullets bounce off of me.
MORRIS: Someone shot at you?
YETTA: Oh Lord!
ZVEE: Lois wass doing this article on gang violence at the Dairy Queen and said the wrong thing. Fortunately, I was only ten miles away and heard her so I was able to fly over there and get in front before the bullets drilled her.
YETTA: So you can also hear things from long distances?
ZVEE: And see things. The next day when the gang kidnapped her I was able to see through walls and find her location. Oh, and I can blow out fire. Lois fell asleep last week with a cigarette.
MORRIS: Sounds like you and that Lane gal are getting pretty intimate.
ZVEE: Well, I want to be. But she says I still have to earn it.
MORRIS: What? Son, a heads-up. Tomorrow night when she yells “help” ignore it because I will be the one shooting her.
YETTA: The only explanation is that you come from another planet where they have these extraordinary powers. Why they sent you away I do not know. Maybe to protect you.
MORRIS: Maybe Bush attacked them too.
ZVEE: So you’re saying I’m really from another planet?
MORRIS: Everyone has baggage, boy.
YETTA: Zvee, it just occurred to me. You can use these powers for good. To help others, to save lives, stop wars.
ZVEE: I don’t know if I’ll have time. Lois gets into a lot of jams.
MORRIS: Y’know what? The aliens can have you back because you’re an idiot!
YETTA: Morris!
MORRIS: After all he’s done? You’ll pardon my French but she should be going down on him six times a day until the 2012 Olympics!
YETTA: That’s terrible!
MORRIS: What does it say about this world when a Gentile who plays high school football gets laid but the Jew who can fly and juggle Buicks gets a hardy handshake?
YETTA: Zvee, don’t listen to your father. You go off. You save the world. You become the greatest most respected man on this Earth.
ZVEE: Okay, Mom.
YETTA: But first, get your degree. Always have something to fall back on.
INT. SUGARMAN KITCHEN – NIGHT (2005)
15-year old, Zvee Sugarman enters with something on his mind. His parents are there – Morris and Yetta.
ZVEE: Mom? Dad? Can we talk?
YETTA: Of course, son.
MORRIS: Did you get that Lane girl in trouble?
ZVEE: What? No! We’re just friends.
MORRIS: I don’t like her. Who names their kid Lois? So you were saying, Zvee?
Zvee joins them at the table.
ZVEE: I don’t know how to say this, but… I think I’m different from the other kids.
Morris and Yetta share a knowing look, then:
YETTA: (gently) You are, son. We didn’t want to say anything, but you are.
MORRIS: You’re Jewish.
ZVEE: Huh? No. It’s not that.
MORRIS: Of course it’s that. We’re Jews in Kansas. Come Christmas time we’re the only family in the whole goddamn state that doesn’t get a tree.
ZVEE: But it’s more than that. I seem to have this unbelievable strength. The other day Lois was spying on some teachers for a story she’s writing for the school paper and she got trapped under a car. I was able to lift an entire SUV with one hand so she could get out.
YETTA: Oh dear!
MORRIS: Jesus!
ZVEE: I know!
MORRIS: Where were you when we needed to move the piano? I had to call those two yokels. Must’ve cost me two-fifty.
YETTA: (to Zvee) It could have just been adrenaline, sweetheart.
ZVEE: No. There’s more. Lois climbed a big tree so she could train a telescope on a local judge she was spying on for a story and she slipped and fell. I was at the other end of the park but I heard her and in one leap I was there to catch her.
YETTA: Really? You leaped like one mile in a single bound?
MORRIS: I’m telling you, stay away from that girl. She’s poison!
ZVEE: It’s bizarre. Once everyone left I tried to leap again – just to see how far I could go. And you’re not going to believe this but… I can fly. I can actually fly.
YETTA: Oh my God!
MORRIS: You can fly?
ZVEE: What does this mean?
MORRIS: Well, for us – we don’t have to buy you a car.
At the time of the crash they never entertained this option but now…
YETTA: Morris, I’m starting to think –
MORRIS: What? That that rocket actually came from outer space? That’s cuckoo talk!
ZVEE: Huh? What?
It’s truth time. Yetta takes a deep breath, then:
YETTA: Zvee, son. You know of course that you were adopted.
ZVEE: Yeah. From a couple in Israel that gave me up because they were both Nobel Prize winning scientists who needed to continue their vital research in helping Jerry’s kids.
YETTA: Yes, well… we might’ve embellished the story just a wee bit.
ZVEE: So what’s the real story?
YETTA: You were born on another planet and sent to earth in a spaceship.
ZVEE: Oh, come on!
YETTA: No. It’s true. I myself didn’t realize it until now, but these powers you have – you’re obviously special. I know every Jewish mother says that but none of their children can fly.
ZVEE: Wow. This is a lot to process.
YETTA: Puberty is a confusing time.
MORRIS: But still, the thing that really separates you is that you’re Jewish.
YETTA: Oh Morris!
MORRIS: Hey, for all we know half the country are aliens.
YETTA: That’s ridiculous!
MORRIS: Oh really? Explain Bush getting re-elected!
She waves him off then turns to Zvee.
YETTA: What other powers do you have, son?
ZVEE: Well, bullets bounce off of me.
MORRIS: Someone shot at you?
YETTA: Oh Lord!
ZVEE: Lois wass doing this article on gang violence at the Dairy Queen and said the wrong thing. Fortunately, I was only ten miles away and heard her so I was able to fly over there and get in front before the bullets drilled her.
YETTA: So you can also hear things from long distances?
ZVEE: And see things. The next day when the gang kidnapped her I was able to see through walls and find her location. Oh, and I can blow out fire. Lois fell asleep last week with a cigarette.
MORRIS: Sounds like you and that Lane gal are getting pretty intimate.
ZVEE: Well, I want to be. But she says I still have to earn it.
MORRIS: What? Son, a heads-up. Tomorrow night when she yells “help” ignore it because I will be the one shooting her.
YETTA: The only explanation is that you come from another planet where they have these extraordinary powers. Why they sent you away I do not know. Maybe to protect you.
MORRIS: Maybe Bush attacked them too.
ZVEE: So you’re saying I’m really from another planet?
MORRIS: Everyone has baggage, boy.
YETTA: Zvee, it just occurred to me. You can use these powers for good. To help others, to save lives, stop wars.
ZVEE: I don’t know if I’ll have time. Lois gets into a lot of jams.
MORRIS: Y’know what? The aliens can have you back because you’re an idiot!
YETTA: Morris!
MORRIS: After all he’s done? You’ll pardon my French but she should be going down on him six times a day until the 2012 Olympics!
YETTA: That’s terrible!
MORRIS: What does it say about this world when a Gentile who plays high school football gets laid but the Jew who can fly and juggle Buicks gets a hardy handshake?
YETTA: Zvee, don’t listen to your father. You go off. You save the world. You become the greatest most respected man on this Earth.
ZVEE: Okay, Mom.
YETTA: But first, get your degree. Always have something to fall back on.
Monday, October 08, 2012
More photos from the CHEERS reunion party
Most of these are compliments of AP. Warning: many of these photos are of writers. Names you've seen on the screen for years. But maybe now for the first time you'll be able to put the face with the name.
If you haven't read my re-cap of the night, you can find it here.
| The Bouchon Bistro -- ET won't show you this. |
| Jimmy Burrows and one of his many proteges. |
| Director Andy Ackerman, Glen Charles, and Sam Simon |
| Either Glen Charles is dying his hair or that's me with his brother Les. |
| Peter Casey and Tim "Mad Dog" Berry |
| Writer Ken Estin and his lovely daughter |
| Okay, so it wasn't just writers at the party. |
| Many Perlmans with Jim Burrows. Rhea on one side and on the other -- writer Heide with her daughter Ruby. |
| Ted, Shelley, and Nancy O'Dell from ET |
| The reason there is a CHEERS -- Glen Charles, Jimmy Burrow, and Les Charles. |
| Writers Dan Staley and Cheri Steinkellner |
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| For those who wondered what "Phoef" looked like -- Phoef Sutton and one of the actors. |
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| Right out of Broadway Danny Rose -- writers Mert Rich, David Isaacs, Brian Pollack, and me. |
The CHEERS 30th Reunion Party
You know it’s a great party when it lasts for six hours. The CHEERS 30th reunion bash Saturday night in Beverly Hills was the perfect blend of laughter, tears, memories, and alcohol. If ever they gave an Emmy for “Best Show Party” (and they really should – it makes as much sense as Best Reality Show Host) Jimmy Burrows and Glen & Les Charles would win that too. It was like my 30th high school reunion except I couldn’t impress anybody that I worked on CHEERS because everybody there worked on CHEERS. We all looked pretty good for thirty years – even the writers.
I wore the CHEERS tie I had gotten somewhere. Not many places I can wear that. CHEERS reunions and maybe Comic-Con.
The soiree was held at the Bouchon Bistro so you know the food was going to be better than the Rosendorf wedding at Leonard’s of Great Neck. And it was. No wonder everyone including the busboys have their own shows on the Food Network.
ET was there, so you know it had to be important. For some odd reason they only wanted to shoot footage of the actors. But just knowing I was at an event covered by ENTERTAINMENT TONIGHT gave me the warm delusion of still being in the business. I imagine the segment will air tonight following the story on whatever singer Chris Brown beat up over the weekend.
I said to Ted Danson when I greeted him: “Hey, there’s a dead body in the stairwell I think you should look at.” And Ted replied: “I already counted the maggots.” Ted is in his second year starring on CSI.
Spent some time talking to the very busy Shelley Long. She did five movies this year. I haven’t seen five movies this year. When she and Ted chatted it’s like they weren’t Ted Danson and Shelley Long. They were Sam & Diane. And they always will be.
Kirstie looks spectacular. She’s dancing ten hours a day rehearsing for DANCING WITH THE STARS. Former DWTS contestant John Ratzenberger agreed it was grueling. (Oh, the fun we could have had with Cliff the dancing mailman.) Ironically, Bebe Neuwirth, who is a dancer and could win that competition with both legs in a cast hasn’t entered. Forget the babes on REVENGE and SCANDAL. Lilith is still hot, boys!
George Wendt was happy because Notre Dame beat the shit out of the University of Miami. My writing partner, David, was less ecstatic. Rhea was there with her sister, fellow writer Heide Perlman. And you know how on Saturday I talked about their dad being an extra on the show? Happy to report he’s 93 and still going strong. Living off the residuals I’m sure.
Only main cast members missing were Kelsey Grammer (who is out of the country) and Woody Harrelson (I don't know where Woody was, but I'm not sure he knew either). However, they both sent lovely videos.
Friend of the blog, Jackie Swanson was there. She says a month doesn’t go by when somebody doesn’t sing “Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly” to her. I'd be slugging people by now but she doesn't mind. Jean Kasem (Loretta) and Paul Willson (Paul) also attended. CHEERS had some pretty great semi-regulars, didn’t they? I didn’t see Fred Dryer (sportscaster Dave), but I see him all the time at the gym so I didn’t feel cheated.
Judy Hart Angelo, who penned the lyrics to the theme song was there. Who could have possibly predicted thirty years ago that when she wrote "Where everybody knows your name"that she'd be helping to sell State Farm Insurance?
Now that we have iPhones, everyone was taking pictures all night of everyone else. There were a couple of professional photographers hovering. I bet they have sixteen shots of Bebe and Rhea taking photos of other people.
Was seated at a table with enormously talented CHEERS writers – a few of them (Dan O’Shannon, Dan Staley, and Phoef Sutton) are still employed if you can believe it. Lots of laughs and begging the working writers for jobs.
The highlight of the evening came after dinner. Our gracious hosts put together an amazing 38-minute compilation video of the “Best of CHEERS.” It seemed like ten minutes. I can’t begin to express how proud I am to be a part of such an extraordinary body of work. And then how nice to be able to personally thank those responsible.
The video ended with all of our credits, the number of Emmys the show won (28), the number of children born during its eleven-year run (37 – my son Matt was the first. Happy 30th birthday in three weeks, Matt), and a list of those we lost. They deserve recognition in this piece as well. Nicolas Colosanto, David & Lynn Angell, David Lloyd, Jerry Belson, Brandon Tartikoff, Steven Kolzak, Gary Nardino, Linda Burrows, and Maryann Charles.
I should have known better but didn’t. I thought, “Nah, they’re not going to do it.” Sure enough, Jimmy got up and began passing the microphone around for toasts. They were funny, lovely, touching, and very spontaneous because like me, no one thought they’d do this again. Fortunately, these people have all had ample practice in award acceptance speeches. Les Charles said, “Even if CHEERS had only lasted one year it would have been the greatest experience of my life. Of course I’d now be valet parking.” And Jimmy reminded us of the late great Jerry Belson’s toast on the night CHEERS first premiered. Jerry stood up and said, “Y’know, I’ve been on a lot of shows…” and then he sat back down.
The toasts finally ended after four strangers spoke. More circulating and reminiscing until about 1:00 in the morning. You know how people say, “we should get together” but never do? I made a vow to follow up with everyone I said that to. Now let's see if they take my calls.
As I watched the highlights video – filled with pride and counting the number of our episodes they included – I thought, what a tremendous gift. Not only did we all do work we’re extremely proud of, but that work is still being seen and enjoyed today. CHEERS remains on the air in syndication as well as on a few cable networks. DVD’s are available, and now you can watch the entire eleven seasons on Netflix. I invite fans of the show to revisit it, and I especially invite young people who haven’t seen CHEERS to check it out. By the second time you hear the words, “magnificent pagan beast” you’ll be hooked, I promise.
Again, my thanks to Jim Burrows and Glen & Les Charles for a magic night, a career, and those marshmallow party favors. Those were great! See you at THE TORTELLIS reunion.
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| Me, Glen Charles, David Isaacs |
The soiree was held at the Bouchon Bistro so you know the food was going to be better than the Rosendorf wedding at Leonard’s of Great Neck. And it was. No wonder everyone including the busboys have their own shows on the Food Network.
ET was there, so you know it had to be important. For some odd reason they only wanted to shoot footage of the actors. But just knowing I was at an event covered by ENTERTAINMENT TONIGHT gave me the warm delusion of still being in the business. I imagine the segment will air tonight following the story on whatever singer Chris Brown beat up over the weekend.
I said to Ted Danson when I greeted him: “Hey, there’s a dead body in the stairwell I think you should look at.” And Ted replied: “I already counted the maggots.” Ted is in his second year starring on CSI.
Spent some time talking to the very busy Shelley Long. She did five movies this year. I haven’t seen five movies this year. When she and Ted chatted it’s like they weren’t Ted Danson and Shelley Long. They were Sam & Diane. And they always will be.
Kirstie looks spectacular. She’s dancing ten hours a day rehearsing for DANCING WITH THE STARS. Former DWTS contestant John Ratzenberger agreed it was grueling. (Oh, the fun we could have had with Cliff the dancing mailman.) Ironically, Bebe Neuwirth, who is a dancer and could win that competition with both legs in a cast hasn’t entered. Forget the babes on REVENGE and SCANDAL. Lilith is still hot, boys!
George Wendt was happy because Notre Dame beat the shit out of the University of Miami. My writing partner, David, was less ecstatic. Rhea was there with her sister, fellow writer Heide Perlman. And you know how on Saturday I talked about their dad being an extra on the show? Happy to report he’s 93 and still going strong. Living off the residuals I’m sure.
Only main cast members missing were Kelsey Grammer (who is out of the country) and Woody Harrelson (I don't know where Woody was, but I'm not sure he knew either). However, they both sent lovely videos.
Friend of the blog, Jackie Swanson was there. She says a month doesn’t go by when somebody doesn’t sing “Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly” to her. I'd be slugging people by now but she doesn't mind. Jean Kasem (Loretta) and Paul Willson (Paul) also attended. CHEERS had some pretty great semi-regulars, didn’t they? I didn’t see Fred Dryer (sportscaster Dave), but I see him all the time at the gym so I didn’t feel cheated.
Judy Hart Angelo, who penned the lyrics to the theme song was there. Who could have possibly predicted thirty years ago that when she wrote "Where everybody knows your name"that she'd be helping to sell State Farm Insurance?
Now that we have iPhones, everyone was taking pictures all night of everyone else. There were a couple of professional photographers hovering. I bet they have sixteen shots of Bebe and Rhea taking photos of other people.
Was seated at a table with enormously talented CHEERS writers – a few of them (Dan O’Shannon, Dan Staley, and Phoef Sutton) are still employed if you can believe it. Lots of laughs and begging the working writers for jobs.The highlight of the evening came after dinner. Our gracious hosts put together an amazing 38-minute compilation video of the “Best of CHEERS.” It seemed like ten minutes. I can’t begin to express how proud I am to be a part of such an extraordinary body of work. And then how nice to be able to personally thank those responsible.
The video ended with all of our credits, the number of Emmys the show won (28), the number of children born during its eleven-year run (37 – my son Matt was the first. Happy 30th birthday in three weeks, Matt), and a list of those we lost. They deserve recognition in this piece as well. Nicolas Colosanto, David & Lynn Angell, David Lloyd, Jerry Belson, Brandon Tartikoff, Steven Kolzak, Gary Nardino, Linda Burrows, and Maryann Charles.
I should have known better but didn’t. I thought, “Nah, they’re not going to do it.” Sure enough, Jimmy got up and began passing the microphone around for toasts. They were funny, lovely, touching, and very spontaneous because like me, no one thought they’d do this again. Fortunately, these people have all had ample practice in award acceptance speeches. Les Charles said, “Even if CHEERS had only lasted one year it would have been the greatest experience of my life. Of course I’d now be valet parking.” And Jimmy reminded us of the late great Jerry Belson’s toast on the night CHEERS first premiered. Jerry stood up and said, “Y’know, I’ve been on a lot of shows…” and then he sat back down.
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| Mary Steenburgen & Ted |
The toasts finally ended after four strangers spoke. More circulating and reminiscing until about 1:00 in the morning. You know how people say, “we should get together” but never do? I made a vow to follow up with everyone I said that to. Now let's see if they take my calls.
As I watched the highlights video – filled with pride and counting the number of our episodes they included – I thought, what a tremendous gift. Not only did we all do work we’re extremely proud of, but that work is still being seen and enjoyed today. CHEERS remains on the air in syndication as well as on a few cable networks. DVD’s are available, and now you can watch the entire eleven seasons on Netflix. I invite fans of the show to revisit it, and I especially invite young people who haven’t seen CHEERS to check it out. By the second time you hear the words, “magnificent pagan beast” you’ll be hooked, I promise.
Again, my thanks to Jim Burrows and Glen & Les Charles for a magic night, a career, and those marshmallow party favors. Those were great! See you at THE TORTELLIS reunion.
Sunday, October 07, 2012
Why Week Two is often Weak Two
For most new shows this is the toughest week of the year. Week two.
The phony network hype begins, already heralding the next big hit of the season based on only one airing. The same hype that gleefully proclaimed WHOOPI the smash of the season and COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF the breakout hit of 2005 (and I'm sure you're going, "Huh? Were those even shows?"). This year they’re saying VEGAS is America's #1 New Drama but I don’t know a single person who's seen it.
All this bogus hype just adds unrealistic pressure. And every showrunner knows -- as tough as it is to do a good pilot -- that’s nothing compared to episode two.
Generally, you have months to write and polish your pilot. You have a week to bang out episode two.
Drama pilots often have big budgets. And big name feature directors. For week two you get the guy who directed a few DEGRASSI HIGHS and instead of spectacular stunts worthy of James Bond movies you must settle for a car that can fishtail.
And good luck spotting movie star executive producers like Hugh Jackman and Salma Hayek in anything but the pilot. They’d lose their invitations to Jeff Katzenberg’s picnic if they appeared in “episodic” television beyond the premiere.
A lot of pilots are “premise pilots” (discussed pretty much to death in this blog) – they show the major events that set the series in motion. For all the advantages of premise pilots, you pay the price week two. What are they going to do on LAST RESORT? Invade another island? Fire another nuclear missile? On BEWITCHED -- Darren finds out Samantha is also Jewish?
For a while networks were demanding we don’t do premise pilots. So in essence, we were writing a second show AS a pilot which combines the hardest aspects of both assignments. And then our second episode had to be essentially ANOTHER second episode.
People watch the second episode with different expectations. Some saw and loved the pilot and expect the follow-up to be just as good (despite the limitations). Others saw the pilot, are still on the fence but are willing to give the show another try. You have this one last chance to win them over. Gulp! And most people who tune in didn’t see the pilot. You have to get them caught up while not boring the viewers who don’t need a recap. It’s a tough line to straddle.
Obviously some shows can do the “Previously on…” prelude, but that usually works best on serialized programs. And still on those shows, with big casts, you’re spending half the episode trying to figure out who the hell all these people are and why the main character is named Jack in every series. (See my attempt to catch up on GAME OF THRONES.)
Bottom line: Second shows are a bitch so give ‘em a little slack this week. And Fox fall shows have it even worse. Because of the baseball playoffs their new entries disappear after a couple airings. So when they return they need to present yet another pilot episode. If THE LAST RESORT were on Fox they'd be nuking Europe already just to get you up to speed. Such are the problems facing today’s TV showrunners.
Update: Tomorrow a report on last night's CHEERS 30th reunion party complete with lots of pictures. It's 10:17 a.m. and I just woke up.
The phony network hype begins, already heralding the next big hit of the season based on only one airing. The same hype that gleefully proclaimed WHOOPI the smash of the season and COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF the breakout hit of 2005 (and I'm sure you're going, "Huh? Were those even shows?"). This year they’re saying VEGAS is America's #1 New Drama but I don’t know a single person who's seen it.
All this bogus hype just adds unrealistic pressure. And every showrunner knows -- as tough as it is to do a good pilot -- that’s nothing compared to episode two.
Generally, you have months to write and polish your pilot. You have a week to bang out episode two.
Drama pilots often have big budgets. And big name feature directors. For week two you get the guy who directed a few DEGRASSI HIGHS and instead of spectacular stunts worthy of James Bond movies you must settle for a car that can fishtail.
And good luck spotting movie star executive producers like Hugh Jackman and Salma Hayek in anything but the pilot. They’d lose their invitations to Jeff Katzenberg’s picnic if they appeared in “episodic” television beyond the premiere.
A lot of pilots are “premise pilots” (discussed pretty much to death in this blog) – they show the major events that set the series in motion. For all the advantages of premise pilots, you pay the price week two. What are they going to do on LAST RESORT? Invade another island? Fire another nuclear missile? On BEWITCHED -- Darren finds out Samantha is also Jewish?
For a while networks were demanding we don’t do premise pilots. So in essence, we were writing a second show AS a pilot which combines the hardest aspects of both assignments. And then our second episode had to be essentially ANOTHER second episode.
People watch the second episode with different expectations. Some saw and loved the pilot and expect the follow-up to be just as good (despite the limitations). Others saw the pilot, are still on the fence but are willing to give the show another try. You have this one last chance to win them over. Gulp! And most people who tune in didn’t see the pilot. You have to get them caught up while not boring the viewers who don’t need a recap. It’s a tough line to straddle.
Obviously some shows can do the “Previously on…” prelude, but that usually works best on serialized programs. And still on those shows, with big casts, you’re spending half the episode trying to figure out who the hell all these people are and why the main character is named Jack in every series. (See my attempt to catch up on GAME OF THRONES.)
Bottom line: Second shows are a bitch so give ‘em a little slack this week. And Fox fall shows have it even worse. Because of the baseball playoffs their new entries disappear after a couple airings. So when they return they need to present yet another pilot episode. If THE LAST RESORT were on Fox they'd be nuking Europe already just to get you up to speed. Such are the problems facing today’s TV showrunners.
Update: Tomorrow a report on last night's CHEERS 30th reunion party complete with lots of pictures. It's 10:17 a.m. and I just woke up.
Saturday, October 06, 2012
The CHEERS names not everyone knows
First up is Al Rosen -- the old rummy. Al was really a championship TV wrestler back in the 50’s. He was the MAN WHO SAID SINATRA. Al sometimes needed two or three or eight takes to get his line right but it was always worth it. In one episode we wrote that someone referenced in the comments (“the Big Kiss Off”), he was supposed to come out of the back and deliver a joke. The first two takes he went up on the line. The third take he was perfect and got a big laugh. One problem though. In the first two takes he enters holding a drink. In the third he doesn’t but is holding his hand as if he DID have a drink in it. It looks totally bizarre, but we went with it b
ecause he got the line right. If you have the DVD check it out.The older gentleman always referred to as Phil -- that’s Phil Perlman, Rhea’s dad (pictured left). Once we started giving him lines he listed himself in the credits as Philip Perlman.
Tom Babson wound up becoming a semi-regular. Cliff was always ragging on him for attending law school. Tom at various times was listed as “Tom”, “Tom Babson”, “Tom Ballard”, “Customer #1”, and “Barney”. But you may know him from KNOTS LANDING where he played “Man”.

In the later years, “Paul” also became a semi regular. He’s Paul Willson (pictured right), a gifted comic actor and one of the greatest improv artists I have EVER seen. I put him up there with Robin Williams. I feel bad for Paul because we finally built an episode around him but it was the second to the last one of the series. He pops up on a lot of shows. Always funny.
One of the great sports columnists of all-time, Alan Malamud, sat at the bar for eight or nine shows. Local LA sportscaster, Steve Bailey, had a drink from time to time, as well.
I show up in only one scene in one episode, the last Bar Wars.
All of the customers hoped that their parts would expand and become a series regulars as what happened with John Ratzenberger and George Wendt. It was never to be.
And then there’s the bar patron who was supposed to be a series regular and wound up as just an extra. In the pilot from time to time you see an old woman in the background. This was “Mrs. Littlefield”, a colorful politically opinionated spinster. She had a number of lines in the pilot. But the show was long, her character didn’t really score, and her part was cut. All that remains are a few shots of her here and there.
And finally, in a few episodes my father plays an extra. You’ll see him hitting on 25 year old women. My idea. You're welcome, Dad.
the SITCOM ROOM is SOLD OUT
Sorry I couldn't take more, but I had to limit the number of participants to make sure everyone gets a real "writers room" experience, my full attention, and enough Red Vines.
However...
We do have a waiting list.
Although it's unlikely, occasionally we do get a cancellation.
So if you're kicking yourself for not being among the first 20 to register, you can put yourself on the waiting list.
And to this year’s crop of brave, adventuresome sitcom writers:
Can’t wait to see you in L.A. next month!
Update: Just got this Tweet from a former attendee:
Stephen Thomas @15Stephen15
#Writers try standby list:I did lst yr,snuck in,best $ I ever spent in #Hollywood RT @kenlevine SITCOM ROOM is SOLD OUT
However...
We do have a waiting list.
Although it's unlikely, occasionally we do get a cancellation.
So if you're kicking yourself for not being among the first 20 to register, you can put yourself on the waiting list.
And to this year’s crop of brave, adventuresome sitcom writers:
Can’t wait to see you in L.A. next month!
Update: Just got this Tweet from a former attendee:
Stephen Thomas
Friday, October 05, 2012
Only one opening remains
... for this year's SITCOM ROOM seminar - November 10 & 11 in Los Angeles. I only hold these seminars once a year and we're sold out, that's it.
Here's where you go for information and to register.
But why take it from me that this is an amazing experience when you can hear it from one of last year's attendees, Steve Murray?
To anyone who is still debating whether or not Ken's Sitcom Room is worth the investment, let me tell you that after years of pretending to be serious about writing for TV, my experience last November changed my attitude, approach and appreciation of the process completely. I have since devoted myself full-time to writing, based on what I learned during that wonderful weekend, and now know that a career as a television writer doesn't have to remain simply a dream. Live in a different state? I came from the other side of the world. Prefer to save up your hard earned for 'next time'? You're only delaying your potential life changing experience by 12 months. And who knows what excuses you might have in another year's time?
So there you go. Hope to see you in November. Remember -- only one slot left. So space is sorta... y'know... limited.
THE SITCOM ROOM
Here's where you go for information and to register.
But why take it from me that this is an amazing experience when you can hear it from one of last year's attendees, Steve Murray?
To anyone who is still debating whether or not Ken's Sitcom Room is worth the investment, let me tell you that after years of pretending to be serious about writing for TV, my experience last November changed my attitude, approach and appreciation of the process completely. I have since devoted myself full-time to writing, based on what I learned during that wonderful weekend, and now know that a career as a television writer doesn't have to remain simply a dream. Live in a different state? I came from the other side of the world. Prefer to save up your hard earned for 'next time'? You're only delaying your potential life changing experience by 12 months. And who knows what excuses you might have in another year's time?
So there you go. Hope to see you in November. Remember -- only one slot left. So space is sorta... y'know... limited.
THE SITCOM ROOM
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Got a Friday Question?
Rebecca does:
I noticed this year that nearly every pilot features a really hot cast. But a lot of the enduring classic sitcoms actually feature a cast of average-looking people. Seinfeld, Golden Girls, Cheers, Two 1/2 Men, Everybody Loves Raymond etc. So why do new shows only feature hot people? Is this a case of network executives being out of touch and just assuming we only want to look at hot people? Will us average people ever get to relate to a tv show again?
Very simply: the networks want pretty people. Which is fine, but those of us who produce comedies want FUNNY people. If they are also beautiful that’s fine… as long as their beauty doesn’t take away from who that character is. It makes no sense to create a character who’s a nerd and insecure because he can’t get dates and cast Justin Timberlake.
The greatest example of this is the U.K. and American versions of COUPLING. The British version, created by the insanely talented Steven Moffat featured a wonderful cast of rich characters – flawed, goofy, real. And he cast the show accordingly.
When NBC, during Jeff Zucker’s rein of terror, adapted it for U.S. audiences they cast J. Crew models. Just compare the two casts. I bet you can tell which was the US version.
As a quick aside, I disagree with Nikki Finke who believes attractive women can’t be funny because they don’t understand pain and rejection. There are so many examples of funny attractive women from Carole Lombard to Julie Bowen that’s it’s absurd to even list them.
Powerhouse Salter wonders:
What would you say justifies writing a rain or wind scene into a script? I mean, why introduce the production cost and logistics of staging fake rain or wind instead of just writing the scene for fair weather?
If the weather figures into the plot. I directed an episode of EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND where their daughter’s pet hamster died and they decided to hold a funeral in the backyard. To complicate matters, it rained. This made for a much funnier scene. Interestingly, we shot the scene on the stage in front of the audience.
Yes, it’s an added expense but you just have to decide whether (or “weather”) it’s worth it.
Ed Blonski asks:
What does a "story consultant" do? Like Jay Folb on MASH.
First, understand that all these titles you see on the screen are made up. In Jay’s case, he was a full-time staff writer. But usually when you see “consultant” that means the writer is part-time in some capacity. Either he comes in one night a week to help punch up the script, or works on staff for a day or two. The terms are all negotiated. But whatever title you see, just change it in your mind to “he works here.”
Jill Pinnella Corso has a question about my post on winning an Emmy.
Hilarious! Did you really get locked out?
Yes. You think the Gods of Show Business were trying to tell me something?
It's a big achievement. Did you feel extremely proud? Or paranoid that now something bad must happen? Or anxious about living up to it? Did it open any doors (excluding the one that locked on you)?
I don't know how you felt but I hope you were and are very proud.
I felt extremely proud. Not being remotely athletic, it was the first trophy I had ever won.
I never felt anxious about trying to live up to it. So many things have to fall into place. You can write the greatest script of the century but if it’s for THE WIRE you’re not going to get an Emmy. Some of the best scripts I've ever written are unproduced pilots and screenplays.
Does winning open any doors? Probably. For awhile. But the great thing is you’re now forever identified as an Emmy winner. This comes in real handy if you’re single or go to your high school reunion.
What’s your question? Please leave it in the comments section and have a great weekend (in that order).
Rebecca does:
I noticed this year that nearly every pilot features a really hot cast. But a lot of the enduring classic sitcoms actually feature a cast of average-looking people. Seinfeld, Golden Girls, Cheers, Two 1/2 Men, Everybody Loves Raymond etc. So why do new shows only feature hot people? Is this a case of network executives being out of touch and just assuming we only want to look at hot people? Will us average people ever get to relate to a tv show again?
Very simply: the networks want pretty people. Which is fine, but those of us who produce comedies want FUNNY people. If they are also beautiful that’s fine… as long as their beauty doesn’t take away from who that character is. It makes no sense to create a character who’s a nerd and insecure because he can’t get dates and cast Justin Timberlake.
The greatest example of this is the U.K. and American versions of COUPLING. The British version, created by the insanely talented Steven Moffat featured a wonderful cast of rich characters – flawed, goofy, real. And he cast the show accordingly.
When NBC, during Jeff Zucker’s rein of terror, adapted it for U.S. audiences they cast J. Crew models. Just compare the two casts. I bet you can tell which was the US version.
As a quick aside, I disagree with Nikki Finke who believes attractive women can’t be funny because they don’t understand pain and rejection. There are so many examples of funny attractive women from Carole Lombard to Julie Bowen that’s it’s absurd to even list them.
Powerhouse Salter wonders:
What would you say justifies writing a rain or wind scene into a script? I mean, why introduce the production cost and logistics of staging fake rain or wind instead of just writing the scene for fair weather?
If the weather figures into the plot. I directed an episode of EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND where their daughter’s pet hamster died and they decided to hold a funeral in the backyard. To complicate matters, it rained. This made for a much funnier scene. Interestingly, we shot the scene on the stage in front of the audience.
Yes, it’s an added expense but you just have to decide whether (or “weather”) it’s worth it.
Ed Blonski asks:
What does a "story consultant" do? Like Jay Folb on MASH.
First, understand that all these titles you see on the screen are made up. In Jay’s case, he was a full-time staff writer. But usually when you see “consultant” that means the writer is part-time in some capacity. Either he comes in one night a week to help punch up the script, or works on staff for a day or two. The terms are all negotiated. But whatever title you see, just change it in your mind to “he works here.”
Jill Pinnella Corso has a question about my post on winning an Emmy.
Hilarious! Did you really get locked out?
Yes. You think the Gods of Show Business were trying to tell me something?
It's a big achievement. Did you feel extremely proud? Or paranoid that now something bad must happen? Or anxious about living up to it? Did it open any doors (excluding the one that locked on you)?
I don't know how you felt but I hope you were and are very proud.
I felt extremely proud. Not being remotely athletic, it was the first trophy I had ever won.
I never felt anxious about trying to live up to it. So many things have to fall into place. You can write the greatest script of the century but if it’s for THE WIRE you’re not going to get an Emmy. Some of the best scripts I've ever written are unproduced pilots and screenplays.
Does winning open any doors? Probably. For awhile. But the great thing is you’re now forever identified as an Emmy winner. This comes in real handy if you’re single or go to your high school reunion.
What’s your question? Please leave it in the comments section and have a great weekend (in that order).
Thursday, October 04, 2012
A look into the creative process
Yesterday’s piece was purely for laughs. But today I want to use it for instructional purposes. The scene could easily be the opening of a pilot (albeit a premise pilot). Now that you’ve read it and (hopefully) found it amusing (one reader said it was very stereotypical. I prefer to view it as recognizable legitimate behavior. But you decide), let me walk you through my thought process on how I wrote it. This is the kind of thing we do in my Sitcom Room seminar.
Start with a funny premise. Give yourself a situation ripe for comedy. The Superman legend is so white bread middle-America. I thought a Jewish couple would put a good spin to it. If the premise is funny, the ideas and jokes will easily come. If the premise is not, you're passing kidney stones for forty pages.
EXT. CORNFIELD – SMALLVILLE, KANSAS -- DAY (1990)
I chose 1990 so that if I want to continue this series and put Superman in the present day, this is when this scene would occur. When I settled on the year I went to Google and looked up events, movies, and TV shows of the era. The more specific the better.
A rocket hurtles out of the sky and lands with a crash, a plume of smoke trailing behind it.
A 1988 Kia comes down the road. Inside are Yetta and Morris, a middle-aged Jewish couple.
What would this couple drive? It’s just the two of them so a small car. They probably don't buy a new car every year. And of the small cars out there Kia seems the funniest.
YETTA: Morris, stop the car!
MORRIS: Why?
YETTA: What do you mean why? Didn’t you just see that?
MORRIS: Let’s not get involved.
To me this one line tells you exactly who this character is. Every line, besides being funny, needs to better inform us of who these characters are. They tell us by their attitudes, their decisions, their language.
YETTA: Stop the car or so help me I’m taping over BAYWATCH.
BAYWATCH – cheap thrills for repressed middle-aged men. They don't even watch porn. They watch BAYWATCH. And this shows Yetta knows how to get to him.
MORRIS: Alright. Alright. I’ll stop the car. Leave it to you to want to examine every little object that falls out of the sky.
Mission accomplished. But he needs to save face, hence the little dig at her.
YETTA: You know that's a terrible show, right?
He made a point of quickly changing the subject away from BAYWATCH. She gets back at him for the little dig by bringing it up again. And it suggests that they’ve discussed this topic before and perhaps he defended it, which has to be the most transparent defense in history.
MORRIS: Look, I stopped the car, okay?!
Again, he doesn’t want to talk about it. She knows how to push his buttons.
YETTA: Let's have a look.
She gets out of the car.
MORRIS: What? We're getting out of the car? Aren’t we trespassing?
It always helps to have two people with differing attitudes. So if she is gung ho to explore this, you have more to play if he doesn’t.
YETTA: Oh shut up.
He follows her across the field.
MORRIS: Who knows? Someone may come and think we did this.
You have to cover their crossing the field. He offers lame justifications for his position.
They arrive at the scene.
YETTA: It’s some sort of rocket.
MORRIS: Great. You happy now? It’s a rocket. Let’s go.
YETTA: Aren’t you even curious as to how it got here?
MORRIS: No. It’s a rocket. Who shoots rockets? Kids. Skinheads. For all we know there’s a Hitler Youth group in Smallville and it's der Fuehrer Air Power Day.
He wants nothing to do with this. His assumption is that it’s anti-Semites. And he exaggerates for comic purposes. If the scene were today the first guess would be terrorist. And if it was set in 1962 the suspected culprit would be Russia.
YETTA: That’s ridiculous.
MORRIS: You haven't been to the Dairy Queen lately.
Yeah, like that's proof.
YETTA: (examining closer) Wait a minute. Morris, I think there’s a baby inside.
MORRIS: Okay. Now we’re leaving for sure.
YETTA: I swear I'm erasing all eight episodes of BAYWATCH.
Pushing his buttons. For all his bluster, this is a woman who gets what she wants. We see the dynamic of the relationship.
MORRIS: Well then just kill me!
He gives up.
YETTA: Who do think would do such a thing?
MORRIS: I told you, the skinheads. There's probably a new chapter -- Hitler Toddlers.
The one explanation they don’t consider is that it’s a rocket from outer space. Rational people tend to consider the more logical, plausible explanations. But what if two teenagers found it? They might jump right to a UFO. So again, how characters rationalize something they don’t understand tells us who they are.
YETTA: Well, we’ve got to get the poor thing out.
MORRIS: I’ll call the Auto Club.
He doesn’t want to do it himself.
YETTA: We can’t wait forty-five minutes. Give me a hand. We’ve got to get it out ourselves.
She’s clearly the person who drives their relationship. At this point we have to cover some business. We need them to open the rocket, which will take some time and preparation. How can we do that in an entertaining fashion?
MORRIS: What? Us? Are you crazy? That thing is hot. What if I order a pizza? They’ll be here in thirty minutes or less. Let the pizza boy open the rocket. I'll tip him.
YETTA: I should have married Saul Gazin.
A good tip: Go off topic. There are ways of getting him to do something without being on the nose – “You’re so lazy. You never do anything.” Etc. She’s pushing his buttons again. Guilt.
MORRIS: Oh, again with the "Saul Gazin". Mr. Perfect. He’d get the baby out. He probably has oven mitts right there in his glove compartment just for an emergency like this.
This must be a card she uses all the time. He tries to show that he’s immune to it with a sarcastic remark. Actors talk about each line having an “objective.” Whether conscious or unconscious, that’s something good for all screenwriters to keep in mind. His objective: “Oh stop throwing Saul Gazin in my face. I’m tired of it!”
YETTA: My mother and the entire congregation was right about you.
She won’t let it drop. We saw her do that before with BAYWATCH. She’s essentially saying, “I don’t care that you’re tired of it. I’m going to keep harping.” And why does she keep doing it? Because she’s a horrible person? No. She's the one who wants to save the baby. It’s because she knows it works.
She takes off her sweater, wraps it around her hand for protection and begins pulling at the latch. Out of guilt he wraps his jacket around his hand and joins in.
MORRIS: Move away. I’ll do this.
Sure enough. She has guilted him into it.
YETTA: Thank you. You're such a prince.
Subtext: You should have offered in the first place, asshole.
He yanks and pulls and strains.
We’ve got to cover this activity. It’s unrealistic to think the hatch would just pop right open.
MORRIS: If my back goes out, good luck getting the Nazis to pay for my medical bills.
Call-backs – always a good comedy staple.
YETTA: Maybe if you exercised more than once every fifteen years.
She returns his volley.
MORRIS: Do YOU want to do this?
He calls her on it.
YETTA: No. Fine. Keep going.
She backs down. It’s nice to see him get a victory once in a while.
MORRIS: Stop nagging. I’ve never broken into a rocket before.
Telling the audience why it’s taking so much time. And again, all these messages are best delivered through jokes.
YETTA: Sorry… but you really do have no muscle tone.
A trait now well established – she can’t let things go.
Finally, the latch opens.
MORRIS: There!
YETTA: Oh thank God!
She sweeps the baby up into her arms.
YETTA: He is so cute.
MORRIS: He? Then that rules out China.
Another call-back. Still searching for an explanation to this. And it seems amusing that that's what he's thinking about. A baby is pulled from a spacecraft and he's still mulling over how it got there?
YETTA: Why would anyone do this to a precious little baby?
MORRIS: You’re looking for answers? In this crazy world? Why can't they solve the Middle East? How could a thing like the Exxon Valdez oil spill happen? How did Rick Dees get a national television show? I think the real question here is what are we going to do with him? Does Protective Services have a UFO division?
Google helped here in finding specific events. And it was my chance to take a gratuitous shot at Rick Dees. That one was for me. Now comes a tough turn we have to make:
YETTA: Morris, why don’t we keep him?
MORRIS: What?!
Bear in mind that characters have to react to news they weren’t expecting. It may seem like just extra lines to have characters say “What?” or “Pardon me?” but the actors need them and you need them to make your scene flow.
YETTA: We always wanted a baby.
MORRIS: Yetta, that’s insane. We also want a time share in Hawaii.
I could have ended the line with “that’s insane” but it’s an opportunity for a joke. When you go back through your script, look for these. I bet you find four or five... or twenty.
YETTA: We talked about adopting. Y’know, after learning that your sperm count was low.
Again, she pushes his button, this time hitting below the belt, as it were.
MORRIS: You gotta bring that up, don’tcha? I bet Saul Gazin could repopulate the world!
He pushes back.
YETTA: I’m just saying.
MORRIS: Look, you can pull the cable out of the wall. I’m not keeping this child.
The BAYWATCH ploy is not going to work. She’s got to come up with something else.
YETTA: Don’t you see what this is? It’s a sign from God, Morris. It’s like when Bithiah found baby Moses floating on the Nile and raised him. Change boat to guided missile and it’s the same thing. Morris, this child – I just get the sense he’s… special in some way. And there’s a reason we found him. These things are not by accident. If that had landed five minutes earlier maybe Martha and Jonathan Kent would have found him and fifteen years from now he’d be selling dope.
She appeals to his sense of fate and heritage. And the Kent joke is saying, “We’d be better parents” – appealing to his ego and sense of humanity.
MORRIS: (softening) Well… I always did want a son to take over the Woolworth store. But what if his real parents do come after him? What if we see a milk carton and there is the baby or a picture of the rocket?
He’s not just going to turn on a dime. It’s too big a decision. So bring him around slowly. Let him soften. Why might he always want a son? How about to take over his business? So what business should he be in? Generally, Jews who live in non-Jewish cities own stores. I thought Woolworth’s seemed right. It was a little quirky and for irony (that no one would get), I looked up businesses that went out of business in the ‘90s. Woolworth’s was one of them. So Morris is projecting this future that won’t be there.
But he still has reservations. What if the baby's real parents show up is a question I believe they’d ask. But tag it with a joke.
YETTA: Then we’ll call Protective Services.
She has a good answer.
MORRIS: This is so nuts.
He still can’t bring himself to say yes. It’s too big a commitment.
YETTA: Morris, I won’t ask you for another thing for months. Not even a new garbage disposal that if you have a nose you know we need desperately.
She bargains now… but still has to press him on the garbage disposal. You know this is a promise she can’t keep.
He considers, then finally:
MORRIS: Alright. We’ll take him.
YETTA: Seriously?
Another one of those “character needs to react” lines.
MORRIS: Yes, because my life isn't stressful enough.
He doesn’t want to show that he’s a softy. Plus, he wants brownie points for this.
YETTA: Oh, darling. I’m so happy.
Genuine emotion.
MORRIS: What do we name him? And if the answer is "Saul" then the deal's off.
You know she got into his head by bringing up “Saul” so he can protest all he likes that it means nothing but we see that it does.
YETTA: How about Zvee? After my grandfather.
MORRIS: A perfect name for a kid growing up in Kansas. Zvee Sugarman.
Funniest, oddest name I could think of at the time. And Sugarman for Superman.
YETTA: I love you.
MORRIS: Yeah yeah. Let’s go eat.
That’s what Jews do. They make life-changing decisions then they go eat.
Next week I’ll feature another Superman scene but won’t analyze it after. Still, as you read it, try to think along with why I made the choices I did.
Hopefully this little exercise was helpful. If nothing else, you can see that a lot more thought goes into each line than just writing jokes.
Start with a funny premise. Give yourself a situation ripe for comedy. The Superman legend is so white bread middle-America. I thought a Jewish couple would put a good spin to it. If the premise is funny, the ideas and jokes will easily come. If the premise is not, you're passing kidney stones for forty pages.
EXT. CORNFIELD – SMALLVILLE, KANSAS -- DAY (1990)
I chose 1990 so that if I want to continue this series and put Superman in the present day, this is when this scene would occur. When I settled on the year I went to Google and looked up events, movies, and TV shows of the era. The more specific the better.
A rocket hurtles out of the sky and lands with a crash, a plume of smoke trailing behind it.
A 1988 Kia comes down the road. Inside are Yetta and Morris, a middle-aged Jewish couple.
What would this couple drive? It’s just the two of them so a small car. They probably don't buy a new car every year. And of the small cars out there Kia seems the funniest.
YETTA: Morris, stop the car!
MORRIS: Why?
YETTA: What do you mean why? Didn’t you just see that?
MORRIS: Let’s not get involved.
To me this one line tells you exactly who this character is. Every line, besides being funny, needs to better inform us of who these characters are. They tell us by their attitudes, their decisions, their language.
YETTA: Stop the car or so help me I’m taping over BAYWATCH.
BAYWATCH – cheap thrills for repressed middle-aged men. They don't even watch porn. They watch BAYWATCH. And this shows Yetta knows how to get to him.
MORRIS: Alright. Alright. I’ll stop the car. Leave it to you to want to examine every little object that falls out of the sky.
Mission accomplished. But he needs to save face, hence the little dig at her.
YETTA: You know that's a terrible show, right?
He made a point of quickly changing the subject away from BAYWATCH. She gets back at him for the little dig by bringing it up again. And it suggests that they’ve discussed this topic before and perhaps he defended it, which has to be the most transparent defense in history.
MORRIS: Look, I stopped the car, okay?!
Again, he doesn’t want to talk about it. She knows how to push his buttons.
YETTA: Let's have a look.
She gets out of the car.
MORRIS: What? We're getting out of the car? Aren’t we trespassing?
It always helps to have two people with differing attitudes. So if she is gung ho to explore this, you have more to play if he doesn’t.
YETTA: Oh shut up.
He follows her across the field.
MORRIS: Who knows? Someone may come and think we did this.
You have to cover their crossing the field. He offers lame justifications for his position.
They arrive at the scene.
YETTA: It’s some sort of rocket.
MORRIS: Great. You happy now? It’s a rocket. Let’s go.
YETTA: Aren’t you even curious as to how it got here?
MORRIS: No. It’s a rocket. Who shoots rockets? Kids. Skinheads. For all we know there’s a Hitler Youth group in Smallville and it's der Fuehrer Air Power Day.
He wants nothing to do with this. His assumption is that it’s anti-Semites. And he exaggerates for comic purposes. If the scene were today the first guess would be terrorist. And if it was set in 1962 the suspected culprit would be Russia.
YETTA: That’s ridiculous.
MORRIS: You haven't been to the Dairy Queen lately.
Yeah, like that's proof.
YETTA: (examining closer) Wait a minute. Morris, I think there’s a baby inside.
MORRIS: Okay. Now we’re leaving for sure.
YETTA: I swear I'm erasing all eight episodes of BAYWATCH.
Pushing his buttons. For all his bluster, this is a woman who gets what she wants. We see the dynamic of the relationship.
MORRIS: Well then just kill me!
He gives up.
YETTA: Who do think would do such a thing?
MORRIS: I told you, the skinheads. There's probably a new chapter -- Hitler Toddlers.
The one explanation they don’t consider is that it’s a rocket from outer space. Rational people tend to consider the more logical, plausible explanations. But what if two teenagers found it? They might jump right to a UFO. So again, how characters rationalize something they don’t understand tells us who they are.
YETTA: Well, we’ve got to get the poor thing out.
MORRIS: I’ll call the Auto Club.
He doesn’t want to do it himself.
YETTA: We can’t wait forty-five minutes. Give me a hand. We’ve got to get it out ourselves.
She’s clearly the person who drives their relationship. At this point we have to cover some business. We need them to open the rocket, which will take some time and preparation. How can we do that in an entertaining fashion?
MORRIS: What? Us? Are you crazy? That thing is hot. What if I order a pizza? They’ll be here in thirty minutes or less. Let the pizza boy open the rocket. I'll tip him.
YETTA: I should have married Saul Gazin.
A good tip: Go off topic. There are ways of getting him to do something without being on the nose – “You’re so lazy. You never do anything.” Etc. She’s pushing his buttons again. Guilt.
MORRIS: Oh, again with the "Saul Gazin". Mr. Perfect. He’d get the baby out. He probably has oven mitts right there in his glove compartment just for an emergency like this.
This must be a card she uses all the time. He tries to show that he’s immune to it with a sarcastic remark. Actors talk about each line having an “objective.” Whether conscious or unconscious, that’s something good for all screenwriters to keep in mind. His objective: “Oh stop throwing Saul Gazin in my face. I’m tired of it!”
YETTA: My mother and the entire congregation was right about you.
She won’t let it drop. We saw her do that before with BAYWATCH. She’s essentially saying, “I don’t care that you’re tired of it. I’m going to keep harping.” And why does she keep doing it? Because she’s a horrible person? No. She's the one who wants to save the baby. It’s because she knows it works.
She takes off her sweater, wraps it around her hand for protection and begins pulling at the latch. Out of guilt he wraps his jacket around his hand and joins in.
MORRIS: Move away. I’ll do this.
Sure enough. She has guilted him into it.
YETTA: Thank you. You're such a prince.
Subtext: You should have offered in the first place, asshole.
He yanks and pulls and strains.
We’ve got to cover this activity. It’s unrealistic to think the hatch would just pop right open.
MORRIS: If my back goes out, good luck getting the Nazis to pay for my medical bills.
Call-backs – always a good comedy staple.
YETTA: Maybe if you exercised more than once every fifteen years.
She returns his volley.
MORRIS: Do YOU want to do this?
He calls her on it.
YETTA: No. Fine. Keep going.
She backs down. It’s nice to see him get a victory once in a while.
MORRIS: Stop nagging. I’ve never broken into a rocket before.
Telling the audience why it’s taking so much time. And again, all these messages are best delivered through jokes.
YETTA: Sorry… but you really do have no muscle tone.
A trait now well established – she can’t let things go.
Finally, the latch opens.
MORRIS: There!
YETTA: Oh thank God!
She sweeps the baby up into her arms.
YETTA: He is so cute.
MORRIS: He? Then that rules out China.
Another call-back. Still searching for an explanation to this. And it seems amusing that that's what he's thinking about. A baby is pulled from a spacecraft and he's still mulling over how it got there?
YETTA: Why would anyone do this to a precious little baby?
MORRIS: You’re looking for answers? In this crazy world? Why can't they solve the Middle East? How could a thing like the Exxon Valdez oil spill happen? How did Rick Dees get a national television show? I think the real question here is what are we going to do with him? Does Protective Services have a UFO division?
Google helped here in finding specific events. And it was my chance to take a gratuitous shot at Rick Dees. That one was for me. Now comes a tough turn we have to make:
YETTA: Morris, why don’t we keep him?
MORRIS: What?!
Bear in mind that characters have to react to news they weren’t expecting. It may seem like just extra lines to have characters say “What?” or “Pardon me?” but the actors need them and you need them to make your scene flow.
YETTA: We always wanted a baby.
MORRIS: Yetta, that’s insane. We also want a time share in Hawaii.
I could have ended the line with “that’s insane” but it’s an opportunity for a joke. When you go back through your script, look for these. I bet you find four or five... or twenty.
YETTA: We talked about adopting. Y’know, after learning that your sperm count was low.
Again, she pushes his button, this time hitting below the belt, as it were.
MORRIS: You gotta bring that up, don’tcha? I bet Saul Gazin could repopulate the world!
He pushes back.
YETTA: I’m just saying.
MORRIS: Look, you can pull the cable out of the wall. I’m not keeping this child.
The BAYWATCH ploy is not going to work. She’s got to come up with something else.
YETTA: Don’t you see what this is? It’s a sign from God, Morris. It’s like when Bithiah found baby Moses floating on the Nile and raised him. Change boat to guided missile and it’s the same thing. Morris, this child – I just get the sense he’s… special in some way. And there’s a reason we found him. These things are not by accident. If that had landed five minutes earlier maybe Martha and Jonathan Kent would have found him and fifteen years from now he’d be selling dope.
She appeals to his sense of fate and heritage. And the Kent joke is saying, “We’d be better parents” – appealing to his ego and sense of humanity.
MORRIS: (softening) Well… I always did want a son to take over the Woolworth store. But what if his real parents do come after him? What if we see a milk carton and there is the baby or a picture of the rocket?
He’s not just going to turn on a dime. It’s too big a decision. So bring him around slowly. Let him soften. Why might he always want a son? How about to take over his business? So what business should he be in? Generally, Jews who live in non-Jewish cities own stores. I thought Woolworth’s seemed right. It was a little quirky and for irony (that no one would get), I looked up businesses that went out of business in the ‘90s. Woolworth’s was one of them. So Morris is projecting this future that won’t be there.
But he still has reservations. What if the baby's real parents show up is a question I believe they’d ask. But tag it with a joke.
YETTA: Then we’ll call Protective Services.
She has a good answer.
MORRIS: This is so nuts.
He still can’t bring himself to say yes. It’s too big a commitment.
YETTA: Morris, I won’t ask you for another thing for months. Not even a new garbage disposal that if you have a nose you know we need desperately.
She bargains now… but still has to press him on the garbage disposal. You know this is a promise she can’t keep.
He considers, then finally:
MORRIS: Alright. We’ll take him.
YETTA: Seriously?
Another one of those “character needs to react” lines.
MORRIS: Yes, because my life isn't stressful enough.
He doesn’t want to show that he’s a softy. Plus, he wants brownie points for this.
YETTA: Oh, darling. I’m so happy.
Genuine emotion.
MORRIS: What do we name him? And if the answer is "Saul" then the deal's off.
You know she got into his head by bringing up “Saul” so he can protest all he likes that it means nothing but we see that it does.
YETTA: How about Zvee? After my grandfather.
MORRIS: A perfect name for a kid growing up in Kansas. Zvee Sugarman.
Funniest, oddest name I could think of at the time. And Sugarman for Superman.
YETTA: I love you.
MORRIS: Yeah yeah. Let’s go eat.
That’s what Jews do. They make life-changing decisions then they go eat.
Next week I’ll feature another Superman scene but won’t analyze it after. Still, as you read it, try to think along with why I made the choices I did.
Hopefully this little exercise was helpful. If nothing else, you can see that a lot more thought goes into each line than just writing jokes.
Wednesday, October 03, 2012
If I wrote the Superman legend
EXT. CORNFIELD – SMALLVILLE, KANSAS -- DAY (1990)
A rocket hurtles out of the sky and lands with a crash, a plume of smoke trailing behind it.
A 1988 Kia comes down the road. Inside are Yetta and Morris, a middle-aged Jewish couple.
YETTA: Morris, stop the car!
MORRIS: Why?
YETTA: What do you mean why? Didn’t you just see that?
MORRIS: Let’s not get involved.
YETTA: Stop the car or so help me I’m taping over BAYWATCH.
MORRIS: Alright. Alright. I’ll stop the car. Leave it to you to want to examine every little object that falls out of the sky.
YETTA: You know that's a terrible show, right?
MORRIS: Look, I stopped the car, okay?!
YETTA: Let's have a look.
She gets out of the car.
MORRIS: What? We're getting out of the car? Aren’t we trespassing?
YETTA: Oh shut up.
He follows her across the field.
MORRIS: Who knows? Someone may come and think we did this.
They arrive at the scene.
YETTA: It’s some sort of rocket.
MORRIS: Great. You happy now? It’s a rocket. Let’s go.
YETTA: Aren’t you even curious as to how it got here?
MORRIS: No. It’s a rocket. Who shoots rockets? Kids. Skinheads. For all we know there’s a Hitler Youth group in Smallville and it's der Fuehrer Air Power Day.
YETTA: That’s ridiculous.
MORRIS: You haven't been to the Dairy Queen lately.
YETTA: (examining closer) Wait a minute. Morris, I think there’s a baby inside.
MORRIS: Okay. Now we’re leaving for sure.
YETTA: I swear I'm erasing all eight episodes of BAYWATCH.
MORRIS: Well then just kill me!
YETTA: Who do think would do such a thing?
MORRIS: I told you, the skinheads. There's probably a new chapter -- Hitler Toddlers.
YETTA: Well, we’ve got to get the poor thing out.
MORRIS: I’ll call the Auto Club.
YETTA: We can’t wait forty-five minutes. Give me a hand. We’ve got to get it out ourselves.
MORRIS: What? Us? Are you crazy? That thing is hot. What if I order a pizza? They’ll be here in thirty minutes or less. Let the pizza boy open the rocket. I'll tip him.
YETTA: I should have married Saul Gazin.
MORRIS: Oh, again with the "Saul Gazin". Mr. Perfect. He’d get the baby out. He probably has oven mitts right there in his glove compartment just for an emergency like this.
YETTA: My mother and the entire congregation was right about you.
She takes off her sweater, wraps it around her hand for protection and begins pulling at the latch. Out of guilt he wraps his jacket around his hand and joins in.
MORRIS: Move away. I’ll do this.
YETTA: Thank you. You're such a prince.
He yanks and pulls and strains.
MORRIS: If my back goes out, good luck getting the Nazis to pay for my medical bills.
YETTA: Maybe if you exercised more than once every fifteen years.
MORRIS: Do YOU want to do this?
YETTA: No. Fine. Keep going.
MORRIS: Stop nagging. I’ve never broken into a rocket before.
YETTA: Sorry… but you really do have no muscle tone.
Finally, the latch opens.
MORRIS: There!
YETTA: Oh thank God!
She sweeps the baby up into her arms.
YETTA: He is so cute.
MORRIS: He? Then that rules out China.
YETTA: Why would anyone do this to a precious little baby?
MORRIS: You’re looking for answers? In this crazy world? Why can't they solve the Middle East? How could a thing like the Exxon Valdez oil spill happen? How did Rick Dees get a national television show? I think the real question here is what are we going to do with him? Does Protective Services have a UFO division?
YETTA: Morris, why don’t we keep him?
MORRIS: What?!
YETTA: We always wanted a baby.
MORRIS: Yetta, that’s insane. We also want a time share in Hawaii.
YETTA: We talked about adopting. Y’know, after learning that your sperm count was low.
MORRIS: You gotta bring that up, don’tcha? I bet Saul Gazin could repopulate the world!
YETTA: I’m just saying.
MORRIS: Look, you can pull the cable out of the wall. I’m not keeping this child.
YETTA: Don’t you see what this is? It’s a sign from God, Morris. It’s like when Bithiah found baby Moses floating on the Nile and raised him. Change boat to guided missile and it’s the same thing. Morris, this child – I just get the sense he’s… special in some way. And there’s a reason we found him. These things are not by accident. If that had landed five minutes earlier maybe Martha and Jonathan Kent would have found him and fifteen years from now he’d be selling dope.
MORRIS: (softening) Well… I always did want a son to take over the Woolworth store. But what if his real parents do come after him? What if we see a milk carton and there is the baby or a picture of the rocket?
YETTA: Then we’ll call Protective Services.
MORRIS: This is so nuts.
YETTA: Morris, I won’t ask you for another thing for months. Not even a new garbage disposal that if you have a nose you know we need desperately.
He considers, then finally:
MORRIS: Alright. We’ll take him.
YETTA: Seriously?
MORRIS: Yes, because my life isn't stressful enough.
YETTA: Oh, darling. I’m so happy.
MORRIS: What do we name him? And if the answer is "Saul" then the deal's off.
YETTA: How about Zvee? After my grandfather.
MORRIS: A perfect name for a kid growing up in Kansas. Zvee Sugarman.
YETTA: I love you.
MORRIS: Yeah yeah. Let’s go eat.
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK:
A rocket hurtles out of the sky and lands with a crash, a plume of smoke trailing behind it.
A 1988 Kia comes down the road. Inside are Yetta and Morris, a middle-aged Jewish couple.
YETTA: Morris, stop the car!
MORRIS: Why?
YETTA: What do you mean why? Didn’t you just see that?
MORRIS: Let’s not get involved.
YETTA: Stop the car or so help me I’m taping over BAYWATCH.
MORRIS: Alright. Alright. I’ll stop the car. Leave it to you to want to examine every little object that falls out of the sky.
YETTA: You know that's a terrible show, right?
MORRIS: Look, I stopped the car, okay?!
YETTA: Let's have a look.
She gets out of the car.
MORRIS: What? We're getting out of the car? Aren’t we trespassing?
YETTA: Oh shut up.
He follows her across the field.
MORRIS: Who knows? Someone may come and think we did this.
They arrive at the scene.
YETTA: It’s some sort of rocket.
MORRIS: Great. You happy now? It’s a rocket. Let’s go.
YETTA: Aren’t you even curious as to how it got here?
MORRIS: No. It’s a rocket. Who shoots rockets? Kids. Skinheads. For all we know there’s a Hitler Youth group in Smallville and it's der Fuehrer Air Power Day.
YETTA: That’s ridiculous.
MORRIS: You haven't been to the Dairy Queen lately.
YETTA: (examining closer) Wait a minute. Morris, I think there’s a baby inside.
MORRIS: Okay. Now we’re leaving for sure.
YETTA: I swear I'm erasing all eight episodes of BAYWATCH.
MORRIS: Well then just kill me!
YETTA: Who do think would do such a thing?
MORRIS: I told you, the skinheads. There's probably a new chapter -- Hitler Toddlers.
YETTA: Well, we’ve got to get the poor thing out.
MORRIS: I’ll call the Auto Club.
YETTA: We can’t wait forty-five minutes. Give me a hand. We’ve got to get it out ourselves.
MORRIS: What? Us? Are you crazy? That thing is hot. What if I order a pizza? They’ll be here in thirty minutes or less. Let the pizza boy open the rocket. I'll tip him.
YETTA: I should have married Saul Gazin.
MORRIS: Oh, again with the "Saul Gazin". Mr. Perfect. He’d get the baby out. He probably has oven mitts right there in his glove compartment just for an emergency like this.
YETTA: My mother and the entire congregation was right about you.
She takes off her sweater, wraps it around her hand for protection and begins pulling at the latch. Out of guilt he wraps his jacket around his hand and joins in.
MORRIS: Move away. I’ll do this.
YETTA: Thank you. You're such a prince.
He yanks and pulls and strains.
MORRIS: If my back goes out, good luck getting the Nazis to pay for my medical bills.
YETTA: Maybe if you exercised more than once every fifteen years.
MORRIS: Do YOU want to do this?
YETTA: No. Fine. Keep going.
MORRIS: Stop nagging. I’ve never broken into a rocket before.
YETTA: Sorry… but you really do have no muscle tone.
Finally, the latch opens.
MORRIS: There!
YETTA: Oh thank God!
She sweeps the baby up into her arms.
YETTA: He is so cute.
MORRIS: He? Then that rules out China.
YETTA: Why would anyone do this to a precious little baby?
MORRIS: You’re looking for answers? In this crazy world? Why can't they solve the Middle East? How could a thing like the Exxon Valdez oil spill happen? How did Rick Dees get a national television show? I think the real question here is what are we going to do with him? Does Protective Services have a UFO division?
YETTA: Morris, why don’t we keep him?
MORRIS: What?!
YETTA: We always wanted a baby.
MORRIS: Yetta, that’s insane. We also want a time share in Hawaii.
YETTA: We talked about adopting. Y’know, after learning that your sperm count was low.
MORRIS: You gotta bring that up, don’tcha? I bet Saul Gazin could repopulate the world!
YETTA: I’m just saying.
MORRIS: Look, you can pull the cable out of the wall. I’m not keeping this child.
YETTA: Don’t you see what this is? It’s a sign from God, Morris. It’s like when Bithiah found baby Moses floating on the Nile and raised him. Change boat to guided missile and it’s the same thing. Morris, this child – I just get the sense he’s… special in some way. And there’s a reason we found him. These things are not by accident. If that had landed five minutes earlier maybe Martha and Jonathan Kent would have found him and fifteen years from now he’d be selling dope.
MORRIS: (softening) Well… I always did want a son to take over the Woolworth store. But what if his real parents do come after him? What if we see a milk carton and there is the baby or a picture of the rocket?
YETTA: Then we’ll call Protective Services.
MORRIS: This is so nuts.
YETTA: Morris, I won’t ask you for another thing for months. Not even a new garbage disposal that if you have a nose you know we need desperately.
He considers, then finally:
MORRIS: Alright. We’ll take him.
YETTA: Seriously?
MORRIS: Yes, because my life isn't stressful enough.
YETTA: Oh, darling. I’m so happy.
MORRIS: What do we name him? And if the answer is "Saul" then the deal's off.
YETTA: How about Zvee? After my grandfather.
MORRIS: A perfect name for a kid growing up in Kansas. Zvee Sugarman.
YETTA: I love you.
MORRIS: Yeah yeah. Let’s go eat.
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK:
Tuesday, October 02, 2012
My thoughts on the GQ CHEERS article
To celebrate the 30th anniversary of CHEERS, GQ magazine did a lovely piece on the show. It appears in the print edition, but a longer more comprehensive version has been posted online. You can find it here. Written by Brian Rafferty, it’s an oral history of the eleven-year run of the series that my new best friend in the world, Amy Poehler says is “The Best TV Show That’s Ever Been.” I think forty people were interviewed including all of the major principles and me.
Since the article came out late last week I’ve been barraged with requests to comment on it. So if you don't mind yet another CHEERS entry, here are my thoughts:
Brian did the impossible of distilling probably eighty hours of material into one cohesive article. I appreciate how candid some of the participants were. I myself, tried to be as candid and truthful as I could.
There was really very little controversy on CHEERS. So when minor flare-ups occurred they got increased attention. Case in point is Shelley Long. Yes, she could consume a lot of rehearsal time, but that was just her process. And it was because she cared so deeply about getting it right. She’s a very good-hearted person. Trust me, I’ve worked with monsters. I’ve worked with actors who were mean-spirited, unhappy, and took a perverse delight in making everyone else around them unhappy too. That was not Shelley. She asked a lot of questions? And at times it was annoying. But so what? Look at the results. On the screen she was just luminous. She managed to take a character who easily could have come off strident, condescending, and insufferable and made her real, loveable, vulnerable, and funny. With all due respect to the gifted ladies who have won Emmys for Best Lead Actress in a Comedy over the last thirty years, I don’t think any can compare to Shelley Long. This may result in fifty angry comments but I stand by it.
Oh, and Shelley never ever asked that jokes for Kelsey be taken away. First off, that’s not who she is. And secondly, I can’t imagine that being tolerated by Charles/Burrows/Charles. So take it from me -- that never happened.
I thought the article did a stand-up job of describing Kelsey’s problems. He wasn’t Charlie Sheen, he wasn’t Lindsay Lohan. He took responsibility for his actions and sought to correct them. Brian’s piece kept that in perspective.
I knew of the Kurt Vonnegut quote: “I'd rather have written 'Cheers' than anything I've written” and I’m still floored by it. The man was one of my literary idols. He wrote SLAUGHTERHOUSE FIVE. I wrote JUMPING JERKS. His quote is the greatest compliment I may ever receive.
The part about Nick was very touching. It’s shocking to see the difference in his appearance from the pilot to just three years later. As wonderful as Woody was (and it was a blast writing that character), I still feel the show lost a certain humanity and warmth when Nick died that it never recovered. Just my opinion.
Damn! I wasn’t on the set the day Prince hung out. Or Moon Unit Zappa.
Here’s what I felt was left out… fully understanding that Brian couldn’t get everything in, and the article (at least the online version) is way longer than most pieces.
On lots of shows, guest stars are treated like non-people. The regular cast won’t even talk to them. Not only did the CHEERS cast make guest actors feel welcome, they got them all gifts at the end of their weeks. That's how giving and unselfish they were.
The last five years seemed somewhat truncated in the piece. Don’t forget CHEERS won the Emmy for Best Comedy Series late in its run too. So it’s not just the first few seasons and Sam & Diane.
I wish the article had mentioned initial casting director, the late Steve Kolzak. He did the original casting and I think we can all agree he did a pretty swell job. Also, we had two remarkable punch-up writers -- Jerry Belson and Bob Ellison. Many of the best jokes in CHEERS were theirs.
For my money, the best comedy writing team in the history of television is Glen & Les Charles.
And finally, a lot is made about how sloppy the cast was the last few years (which was true), but I wish someone had mentioned that when they filmed that famous last scene of everyone sitting around the bar late at night – it’s a lengthy piece – everyone knew their lines perfectly. The whole scene was filmed in one take. When they wanted to, when it really mattered, no one performed better or was more profession than the cast of CHEERS.
So all in all, it was a terrific article. And considering the way I dress, it’s hard to believe GQ Magazine would interview me about anything.
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Since the article came out late last week I’ve been barraged with requests to comment on it. So if you don't mind yet another CHEERS entry, here are my thoughts:
Brian did the impossible of distilling probably eighty hours of material into one cohesive article. I appreciate how candid some of the participants were. I myself, tried to be as candid and truthful as I could.
There was really very little controversy on CHEERS. So when minor flare-ups occurred they got increased attention. Case in point is Shelley Long. Yes, she could consume a lot of rehearsal time, but that was just her process. And it was because she cared so deeply about getting it right. She’s a very good-hearted person. Trust me, I’ve worked with monsters. I’ve worked with actors who were mean-spirited, unhappy, and took a perverse delight in making everyone else around them unhappy too. That was not Shelley. She asked a lot of questions? And at times it was annoying. But so what? Look at the results. On the screen she was just luminous. She managed to take a character who easily could have come off strident, condescending, and insufferable and made her real, loveable, vulnerable, and funny. With all due respect to the gifted ladies who have won Emmys for Best Lead Actress in a Comedy over the last thirty years, I don’t think any can compare to Shelley Long. This may result in fifty angry comments but I stand by it.
Oh, and Shelley never ever asked that jokes for Kelsey be taken away. First off, that’s not who she is. And secondly, I can’t imagine that being tolerated by Charles/Burrows/Charles. So take it from me -- that never happened.
I thought the article did a stand-up job of describing Kelsey’s problems. He wasn’t Charlie Sheen, he wasn’t Lindsay Lohan. He took responsibility for his actions and sought to correct them. Brian’s piece kept that in perspective.
I knew of the Kurt Vonnegut quote: “I'd rather have written 'Cheers' than anything I've written” and I’m still floored by it. The man was one of my literary idols. He wrote SLAUGHTERHOUSE FIVE. I wrote JUMPING JERKS. His quote is the greatest compliment I may ever receive.
The part about Nick was very touching. It’s shocking to see the difference in his appearance from the pilot to just three years later. As wonderful as Woody was (and it was a blast writing that character), I still feel the show lost a certain humanity and warmth when Nick died that it never recovered. Just my opinion.
Damn! I wasn’t on the set the day Prince hung out. Or Moon Unit Zappa.
Here’s what I felt was left out… fully understanding that Brian couldn’t get everything in, and the article (at least the online version) is way longer than most pieces.
On lots of shows, guest stars are treated like non-people. The regular cast won’t even talk to them. Not only did the CHEERS cast make guest actors feel welcome, they got them all gifts at the end of their weeks. That's how giving and unselfish they were.
The last five years seemed somewhat truncated in the piece. Don’t forget CHEERS won the Emmy for Best Comedy Series late in its run too. So it’s not just the first few seasons and Sam & Diane.
I wish the article had mentioned initial casting director, the late Steve Kolzak. He did the original casting and I think we can all agree he did a pretty swell job. Also, we had two remarkable punch-up writers -- Jerry Belson and Bob Ellison. Many of the best jokes in CHEERS were theirs.
For my money, the best comedy writing team in the history of television is Glen & Les Charles.
And finally, a lot is made about how sloppy the cast was the last few years (which was true), but I wish someone had mentioned that when they filmed that famous last scene of everyone sitting around the bar late at night – it’s a lengthy piece – everyone knew their lines perfectly. The whole scene was filmed in one take. When they wanted to, when it really mattered, no one performed better or was more profession than the cast of CHEERS.
So all in all, it was a terrific article. And considering the way I dress, it’s hard to believe GQ Magazine would interview me about anything.
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