Showing posts with label Debbie Reynolds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Debbie Reynolds. Show all posts

Thursday, June 5, 2014

wacky tacky Tunes: Scoping Out Scopitone

If you had a hammer, what would you do?  Would you hammer in the morning?  Would you hammer in the evening?  All over this land?  Would you?  Really?  Or, would you put on a beaded-chiffon cocktail dress, pin on your best hairpieces, and start dancing?!!

"If I Had a Hammer" - Debbie Reynolds
The lyrics kind of take on their own new meaning 
if one thinks of the nasty Reynolds/Fisher/Taylor triangle.

Presumably not the vision Pete Seeger had when he penned his 1949 anthem  of social justice, this mid-1960s Scopitone video featuring the unsinkable Debbie Reynolds, is a glittering bit of musical-mash-up genius.  Yes, Seeger and the folkies probably saw this incongruous extravaganza of set design, costuming, choreography, and rearranged folk music as a glaring miscarriage of social justice.  We, however, can only mete out wacky tacky justice and we find in favor of the Scopitone!

A Scopitone Machine

Scopitone machines, a short-lived technology, were essentially video jukeboxes found in barrooms, diners, nightclubs, and anywhere else an early-adopting proprietor would see fit to place one.  While similar devices abounded (see Cinebox, Colorama, et al.), Scopitone pulled ahead of the pack first in Europe and then in America where, for mere pocket change, fans could enjoy the likes of Herb Alpert, Paul Anka, and Della Reese performing their greatest hits - talk about being "Touched by an Angel!!!"

With roots on the continent, several of Scopitone's biggest
stars were European; this Scopitone machine features those
wacky tacky wunderkinds, The Kessler Twins.
(Source)
Many of the videos are available to view online but ever since my brother lent me his three-volume compilation of Scopitones one week ago, I have been watching little else.  I love these videos not only for their second-tier stars and silly subject matter, but for their complete lack of polish; the Our Gang Follies had higher production values, for Petey's sake!  It's just lucky for them that we love lip-syncing and low quality productions.

"Daddy" - Julie London

"Wheel of Fortune" - Kay Starr

"Small Potatoes" - Gale Garnett

Scopitone videos often give the impression that late-night access to an unlocked soundstage was acquired by a loosely-associated film crew.  Inspired by whatever scenery and props happened to be lying around, they quickly developed what can best be described as sexy, if scattershot, story lines.  With a greater emphasis on commitment and strong facial expressions than on accuracy and synchronization, a small cast of unacquainted singers and dancers was assembled.   Overall, the motto appears to have been, "Let's get this in one take...before they catch us."  Some of the best examples of the American Scopitone ethos feature that buxom, platinum-haired starlet, Joi Lansing.

"Web of Love" - Joi Lansing

Well, my brothers and my sisters, I have a bell - a bell called Scopitone.  I'll ring it in the morning.  I'll in it in the evening all over this land.  I'll ring out danger.  I'll ring out a warning.  I'll ring out love (of Scopitone) between you all over this land!  Now where did I put my hammer?

scopitonearchive.com


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny

Thursday, April 4, 2013

"What's My Line?": Falling Hook, LINE, & Sinker

It's the perennial conversation starter that has plagued every ho-hum party from time immemorial; "If you could invite any four people (living or dead) to dinner, who would they be, and why?"  The number of guests varies from time to time, but the answers rarely stray very far from the usual dead relatives, to the pedestrian political figures, to Jesus, himself.

I would hate for my supper to be the "last supper."
(Source)

If it were up to Mr. Tiny, every one of his hypothetical dinner guests could be found in one place - a CBS studio in New York City on any given Sunday evening from 1950 to 1967.  Representing theater, publishing, journalism, and the brilliance and wit of a bygone era, the host and panel of What's My Line? would provide endless hours of sparkling dinner conversation and droll anecdotes of the most clever variety.

Guest Panelist: Groucho Marx
Mystery Challenger: Claudette Colbert

If you don't have time to watch the full episode, the premise is simple - a contestant with unusual or spectacular employment comes before celebrity panelists who take turns asking revealing questions (that can only be answered in the affirmative or negative) in hopes of discovering the contestant's true "line" of work.  Every "No" answer warrants a card being flipped by the show's emcee/moderator (and the first guest at my party), John Daly, indicating a five-dollar increase in the contestant's cash prize.  Ten "No" answers stumps the panel and the contestant walks away with fifty dollars; please refrain from judging the measly prize by Who Wants to be a Millionaire? standards.

The panel tries to guess the profession of a Nudist Camp Operator

By far, the best (and my most favorite) segment of the show is when the panel, comprised of the remainder of my dinner companions, Arlene Francis, Dorothy Kilgallen, Bennet Cerf, and a special guest panelist (there's always room at my table for one more, especially when that "plus one" is Steve Allen) must blindfold themselves to hide the easily-recognizable face of the "Mystery Challenger," whose identity they must uncover by the same process of yes-or-no questioning.  It is without much debate that the award for best mystery challenger goes to that incomparable little-dynamo, Debbie Reynolds.

Mystery Challenger: Debbie Reynolds

Mystery Challenger: Salvador Dali

Mystery Challenger: Maureen O'Hara
Because it's Maureen O'Hara!!!

Mystery Challengers: Lucille Ball & Desi Arnaz

I have always had a love affair with the small screen, particularly comedies, but I am not sure that a scripted show has ever made me laugh as hard and as consistently as What's My Line?.  I love the decorous protocol - the gracious introductions, the gallantry of the men standing for every guest while the women remain seated, the supreme lack of vulgarity.  I love the oft-decorated blindfolds and the ladylike primping in which the women engage every time the blindfolds are removed.  I love the glamour with which they perform such a silly task - finding out what people do for a living/figuring out which celebrity has come to town to plug a film/book/television show.  All the while, the show maintains a candor and brightness that makes it absolutely hysterical.  Despite the lighthearted nature of the program, there was plenty of backstage intrigue (see: Dorothy's entire life, Arlene's eye patch/arm sling/accidental death settlement, etc.).  They didn't save it all for "real life," however, there were plenty of wacky tacky moments on camera as well.

Dorothy was "sneezing"....right...


If you haven't seen much of What's My Line? before, I encourage you to do so with fair warning; it is easy to lose much of your life getting lost in the champagne cocktail of witty discourse and scintillating celebrity.  I admit to having committed countless, and entirely irretrievable, hours to this very conceit.

Now that's my kind of dinner party!
Arlene, Bennet, Dorothy, and John
(Source)

But let's be honest, if I was limited to only one dinner guest,
the only spot at my table would be reserved for the inimitable
Arlene Francis.  It is all about Arlene!!!
(Source)

Aside from inviting The Man Upstairs, I have become aware that I could not have chosen a more intimidating roster of dinner guests.  For those so well accustomed to the niceties and refinements of cafe society, I'm afraid that they would find my Pineapple Upside Down Meatloaf a trifle "provincial," shall we say.  And dang it all if I wasn't going to serve a provincial trifle for the dessert course!!!  Now is the time when I realize that my neuroses are so severe that I am willing to launch into a full-blown panic attack over are my theoretical dinner party.

I guess that this is the point in our show when it must be asked, if you were the host/ess of your dream dinner party, with whom would you choose to share your best meatloaf and/or casserole?  Also, what is your favorite of all the classic game shows?  Let us know!


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny

Sunday, November 27, 2011

wacky tacky goes Hollywood: Part II


Earlier this year we made our way up to The Paley Center for Media in Beverly Hills for the auction preview of Debbie Reynolds' vast collection of Hollywood costumes and memorabilia.  The costumes were amazing and Debbie Reynolds' foresight in collecting and preserving these pieces of Hollywood history was truly profound.  Fortunately, we made it (see blog post) - but just barely - on closing day.  When we heard that there would be a second exhibit of even more costumes, we committed to going but being the world-class procrastinators that we are, we again put it off until nearly the eleventh hour (the exhibit ends this week with the auction on Saturday, December 3).  Luckily, I was able to meet up with some friends, including fellow-bloggers Beth from V is for Vintage and Lauren from Wearing History.

The costumes that were on display this time were a little less spectacular than the previous exhibit - Marilyn Monroe's dress from The Seven Year Itch, Maria's dress from The Sound of Music, Dorothy's ruby slippers.  Also, it appears that a little less time was taken in the curation; not every piece in the auction was on display and not every piece was described in detail as was the case in the former exhibit.

This dress, for example, was described as "MGM dress worn by Joan Crawford."
It's funny sometimes how fine a line is drawn between stunning,
1940's glamour gown and crazy "Golden Girls" nightmare.

Having aired my grievances, it must be said that the entire preview catalog is available online and in spite of my minor gripes, the exhibit was still pretty spectacular.  If Reynolds' collection consisted only of the pieces we saw this time, I would still consider her a wise and wealthy woman.  I didn't get pictures of every item, so perhaps the best way to present these photos is by the stars who wore them, starting with Reynolds herself.

DEBBIE REYNOLDS

It Started with a Kiss (1959)
worn by Debbie Reynolds

What's the Matter with Helen? (1971)
worn by Debbie Reynolds

What's the Matter with Helen?
This is too "goody, goody" to miss.

SONJA HENIE

Show costume
worn by Sonja Henie

Show Parasol costume/prop
worn by Sonja Henie

Show costume
worn by Sonja Henie

Show costume
worn by Sonja Henie

BETTY GRABLE

My Blue Heaven (1950)
worn by Betty Grable

The Girl Next Door (1953)
worn by June Haver

Both films co-starred Dan Dailey!

Sweet Rosie O'Grady (1943)
worn by Betty Grable

Springtime in the Rockies (1942)
worn by Betty Grable

JULIE ANDREWS

Star! (1968)
worn by Julie Andrews

Star! (1968)
worn by Julie Andrews

 Details of the beautiful beading

"The Physician"
Star! (1968)

MARILYN MONROE

Niagara (1953)
worn by Marilyn Monroe

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953)
worn by Marilyn Monroe

Bus Stop (1956)
worn by Marilyn Monroe

Let's Make Love (1960)
worn by Marilyn Monroe

CLAUDETTE COLBERT

Remember the Day (1941)
worn by Claudette Colbert

Without Reservations (1946)
worn by Claudette Colbert
This one is going to get the
Mr. Tiny treatment.

DORIS DAY

Billy Rose's Jumbo (1962)
worn by Doris Day 

Billy Rose's Jumbo (1962)
worn by Doris Day

Billy Rose's Jumbo (1962)
worn by Doris Day

The Glass-Bottom Boat (1966)
worn by Doris Day

 I was pretty excited to see the Doris Day costumes.
She is one of my favorite stars and I have always
thought the mermaid costume was awesome!

The Glass-Bottom Boat (1966)
This movie is about as corny and awesome as it can get -
Paul Lynde as an undercover, transvestite, NASA security guard.

A FEW STANDOUTS FROM THE COLLECTION

Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter? (1957)
Jayne Mansfield 

With a Song in My Heart (1952)
worn by Susan Hayward

The Opposite Sex (1956)
worn by June Allyson

Ziegfeld Girl (1941)
worn by Eve Arden

Detail of the illusion bodice with 3-D, wired stars.

The Unfinished Dance (1947)
worn by Cyd Charisse

Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954)
worn by Jane Powell

The Great American Broadcast (1941)
worn by Alice Faye

The Greatest Show on Earth (1952)
worn by Dorothy Lamour
Loving the modesty pearls...

Hello Frisco, Hello (1943)
worn by Lynn Bari

Hello Frisco, Hello (1943)
worn by June Havoc


Showboat (1951)
worn by Marge Champion

Kiss Me Kate (1953)
worn by Ann Miller

Jitterbugs (1943)
worn by Stan Laurel

Up in Central Park (1948)
worn by Deanna Durbin
Deanna is another one of my absolute favorites!

The Thin Man Goes Home (1945)
worn by Myrna Loy
Awesome!!!

20th Century Fox dress
worn by Carmen Miranda
Yep, CARMEN MIRANDA!!!

This hat had the reverent duty of resting atop
Maureen O'Hara's most beautiful head!!!

Overall, it was another great showing of Hollywood history - Irene, Adrian, Helen Rose, Edith Head, Jean Louis, Walter Plunkett, and more.  A serious "thank you" is owed to Debbie Reynolds for being clever enough to save all these things from the ravages of time and studio dumpsters!



I guess if I could have stolen anything from the
 exhibit, it would have been this piece.
Doris Day's boobies were here!


 Cheers!

Mr. Tiny