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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Second Banana. The show was conceived by Co-Producer Doug Schustek, and he was so sure of success that a pilot was never shot. All Namath did was an eight-minute presentation film, trading unrehearsed gags with the program's second banana, Writer Dick Schaap (TIME, Sept. 19). Executive Producer Larry Spangler claims that within 24 hours after putting the show on the market, he had signed up sponsor Bristol-Myers and peddled a 15-week package to 38 U.S. TV stations. Seven have been added since; a non-network syndication show has rarely, if ever, caught...
...blonde, one Louisa Moritz, a sort of Goldie Hawn with a Judy Holliday accent. Louisa sashayed through the rest of the program all too obviously deepening her rapport with the host. Next, in what is to be the series' standard format. Namath and Schaap quipped and kibitzed through film clips of the Jets' latest game. Dick reveled in the miscues, while Joe extolled the "pure grace" of his own passing style. Namath was more modest about his fluffs as a TV rookie. He kidded about his troubles with cue cards and his muff of the first commercial lead...
...Peter Max-like drawings, cartoons and flash-card words before the viewer's dazzled eyes. The music provided a highly subjective counterpoint: the Beatles' Happiness Is a Warm Gun accompanied battle scenes from Viet Nam; Peter, Paul and Mary's Blowin' in the Wind underscored film clips of student demonstrations. The overall theme was Pete Seeger's Turn, Turn, Turn. The program marked what might possibly be a new pattern for TV news documentaries: except for a final three-minute, 40-second sermon from David Brinkley (in which he credited the entire decade...
This hilarious, crazy film is titled The Bed Sitting Room (well, why not?) and marks Director Richard Lester's second act of total surrealistic aggression against the homicidal excesses of the military. Lester turned everything upside down and used the war-movie genre to satirize itself in How I Won the War, but The Bed Sitting Room, which is funnier and more tightly controlled, makes How I Won look like a warm-up exercise. There has been no director of such prodigious comic invention since the halcyon days of Preston Sturges. Lester throws off sight gags and visual puns...
Proud Lineage. Lester himself shows few signs of fatigue; in fact, he gets better with each film. The two Beatles movies and The Knack had a glossy, TV-commercial cleverness about them that made the chaotic brilliance of How I Won the War all the more surprising and gratifying. Last year's Petulia was one of the few successful American attempts to tell an adult love story, an unusually acute and sometimes vitriolic account of the way two lovers destroy each other. The Bed Sitting Room carries reminders of both the other films and of other styles. Indeed...