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Through A Glass, Darkly I





I was stuck at home for the whole of November. It was down to a mild heart attack suffered while playing cricket, and yes, I held the catch I was diving backwards for when it happened. A trip to the Royal Melbourne Hospital in an ambulance, a stent inserted into a non-major artery, a few days in bed there and I'm fine now, thanks for asking. Just a couple of minor tweaks to the lifestyle as it stood (smokes, diet) and I'll probably be better off.



Anyway, that isn't the point of this series of three or maybe four posts. Heaven knows I toyed with the idea of making it all about the epiphany I'd experienced and how I was going to live each day as if it were my last with new, exciting goals I was going to set for myself now that I'd had a serious wake-up call. How important family was, etc etc. And then I thought, naaahhh, I'd much rather tell you about some TV shows I watched.

Because that was how the vast majority of my recovery time was to be spent. And I decided to use this enforced viewing time to answer one of life's big questions: how might some of the TV shows I either loved or was intrigued by as a child stand up when viewed today? I'd rather not spend the hours required to answer that question on YouTube in front of a computer. So because we have a Playstation 3 hooked up to our flat screen TV, I was able to do it all in relative comfort, albeit after a little technical tuition from one of our young lads.

So I researched. Makes a nice change for this pissy blog. And I'm confident the next three posts will answer some intriguing questions.


The Adventures of Superman was a ubiquitous part of many childhoods. So much so that it was still being repeated on Australian television right up into the mid-1970s. I thought I remembered pretty much everything about the series but was surprised to find that there was little that looked familiar when the many full episodes available on YouTube appeared at the end of my search.




Scripts for the series did not borrow terribly heavily from the comic book stories, despite featuring the main ensemble characters Lois Lane, Perry White and Jimmy Olsen. There was no Lex Luthor nor any of the DC Comic's Superman's more flamboyant villains. Instead, narratives tended to revolved around gangsters and conmen, with some quite interesting plotlines for the Man of Steel to resolve once he'd ducked into the Daily Planet's storeroom and jumped onto his take-off trampoline just below camera range.

However, Superman's origin was shown pretty much as we've come to understand it.
I recalled seeing this Series 1 Episode 1 origin episode Superman On Earth only once before in c.1968 and was as keen as mustard to catch up with it again. The sequences on Krypton follow the comic depiction of Kal-El's early life fairly closely. I also have to admit to some chuckling during the Kryptonian sequence where Superman's scientist father Jor-El is dismissed as a quack by the self-interested ruling elite for predicting Krypton's imminent destruction. Global warming anyone?


Series 6 Episode 9 Superman's Wife starred 50s pin-up Joi Lansing as an undercover detective who poses as Superman's wife in order to draw some crooks out into the open. Needless to say, Noel Neill's flame-haired Lois Lane is upset about the Man of Steel's new status.

It is all a bit jeepers-Mr-Kent but stood up a lot better than I thought it would, with some quite dark storylines and great cinematography. Some of the episodes were even quite a bit, well, spooky. To explore that further, you might want to have a look at The Haunted Lighthouse and Lady in Black. 

Just as an aside, the life story of star George Reeves was featured in the excellent biopic Hollywoodland (2006), with Ben Affleck in the title role.

Bat Masterson 
I had only the vaguest recollection of this western series as a childhood favourite of mine, screened on US network TV between 1958 and 1961, in which Gene Barry played the derby-clad, dandyish title role.

In an era where each TV western hero had to have his own iconic, highly individualized weaponry, Bat's signature gimmick involved some very deft moves with his ever-present cane. As appealing as it may have been, Bat Masterson wasn't repeated on Australian television after the very early 60s.

I watched S1 Ep5 The Fighter and I'd have to say that it wasn't a bad show at all. Bat put a stop to a rigged brutal bare-knuckle fight contest in the town where he was sheriff. And how else could he do that except by stepping into the ring himself? Marie Windsor played the feisty saloon-keeper who had her eye on Bat but he moved on at the end of the episode, as he would have done even if she could have been trusted, which she couldn't.


Beany and Cecil 
This is another US TV show from the early 60s that was  being screened on Australian TV right up until the late 70s. And there's a lot to like about it. Beany is the totally adorable cute kid sporting the propeller-topped cap and Cecil is his wonderful big, dumb good-natured sea-serpent friend and protector. Providing the villainy is Dishonest John, with his "Nyah-ah ahhh!" catch-cry making him one of the most memorable of cartoon evil-doers.


Each episode is filled with witty sight gags: my favourite is in the episode where they sail up a canal in Venice and Cecil bumps his head on the Low-Low-Bridgida. Geddit? Another cack-fest revolved around a Pacific voyage that ended at the radioactive No Bikini Atoll.

In So What and the Seven Whatnots the crew visit a gambling city, Lost Wages - where Bob New-heartburn is headlining at the Quick-Sands. Dishonest John is trying to entice punters away from So What's hot jazz combo So What and the Seven What Nots.

Wildman of Wildsville is about a beatnik living on a desert island, and he's like, crazy, man. I love beatniks, at least I love the way they are always depicted in the TV shows of the 60s: "I'm so hip, I wouldn't even eat a square meal, daddy-o."

This is a great cartoon series and I can't for the life of me figure out why Beany and Cecil wasn't repeated beyond the early 70s on Australian TV. I'd watch it now, and I think a whole lot of kids would like it too.


Burke's Law
The main character in this 1963-64 series is an extension of the character that star Gene Barry played in Bat Masterson and even earlier in a small part in Our Miss Brooks - a suave ladies man with expensive tastes.

Amos Burke is a wealthy LAPD detective lieutenant who travels to crime scenes in his chauffer-driven Rolls-Royce. There is at least one absolute babe (sometimes a bevy of them!) in each episode, including Elizabeth Montgomery, Barbara Eden, Francine York, Tina Louise and Juliet Prowse, among others.

In the episode I watched, Who Killed Cassandra Cass?, there was even a sequence involving bored housewives taking hallucinogens! However, I found Barry's particular brand of smart-aleckery trying to pass itself off as urbane wit pretty lame and somewhat annoying. And then the end credits explained why. Burke's Law was produced by Aaron Spelling, FFS! Everything with Spelling's name on it is always, inevitably, inexorably, complete shite. The guy has a perfect strike rate, so much so he even leaves Irwin Allen for dead. Burke's Law rises above this, but only slightly.

When the series returned for 1965, it was a whole 'nother TV show, a ham-fisted attempt to belatedly cash in on the spy-craze: Amos Burke: Secret Agent!


Dennis The Menace
I was expecting Dennis the Menace to wear very thin very quickly. Especially Jay North's fingernails-down-a-blackboard portrayal of Hank Ketchum's likeable comic book mischief-maker. But somehow, it all hung together very nicely and I found myself chuckling at the many ways Dennis' good intentions spelt trouble for the hapless Mr Wilson.

In S1 Ep 18 Dennis and the Duck Dennis' pet duck is playing havoc in Mr Wilson's garden. There's a very funny sequence where Mr Wilson goes for a sixer on Dennis' roller skate twice and a later scene where Dennis turns Mr Wilson's darkroom light on while he's developing some photos - to help him see better, of course. Even after all that, Denis gets to keep the duck.


That was all a bit of a hodge podge, wasn't it? Never mind, in upcoming posts in this series, we can discuss some of the brilliant, timeless TV shows that I discovered and rediscovered, and others that might make you feel a bit less nostalgic.

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Classic TV I: Flight of the Conchords

Last Sunday, I read a fairly tepid review of Flight of the Conchords in the Sunday Age. Thinking it might be okay but not really expecting a cack-fest of any great magnitude, I tuned in about ten minutes into the first episode and laughed helplessly for the remainder.

Flight of the Conchords stars New Zealand musical-comedy duo Bret McKenzie and Jemaine Clement as a New Zealand folk duo trying to hit the big time in the Big Apple. They have an unbelievably incompetent manager, desperately sell possessions to a pawnbroker who doesn’t like them but who is still their best friend in New York, and a lone female fan who they find repulsive.Inner monologues and dialogue between characters are often rendered in songs, frequently in the form of full-on music videos, a little bit like the Monkees TV show. There’re also many funny references to the Aussie-Kiwi dichotomy, which probably parallels the US-Canada relationship in some ways, I’d imagine. Read an interview with Bret McKenzie here.

Anyway, I’m about to watch episode two of this terrific 12 episode HBO series in just a few minutes. It screens on Channel 10 at 10:10pm. In Melbourne, anyway. Check local guides for details.

You can visit the official HBO website here; check out the BBC take on it here; and read a few slabs of dialogue here.

I found it piss-your-pants funny and littered with brilliant musical and visual gags.

So much of commercial TV is a complete fucking wasteland. And no, I’m not going to add the almost-obligatory “these days” to that assessment. Because let's face it, it’s ever been thus. But Flight of the Conchords is great TV, not just a cut above most of everything else that’s on at the moment.

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The Light Bulb That Failed: My Einstein Factor Experience

What was the only film captured high-ranking Nazis were allowed to watch during their internment at Mondorf immediately after World War II? I was itching for host Peter Berner to ask me just that when I appeared on ABC-TV’s The Einstein Factor a couple of years ago. The Einstein Factor is a quiz show that requires contestants to answer 15 questions on a nominated specialist subject and have their general knowledge similarly tested during multiple choice and beat the buzzer rounds.

My subject was the Nuremberg War Crimes Trial, held during 1945-46. Revealing this generates some interesting responses from many people. The looks I get suggest there is a suspicion I might occasionally dress up in SS uniform for some domestic goose-stepping in the privacy of my own home. Not so, I hasten to assure you. But as I pompously explained to the producers during my February audition, the Nuremberg Trial represented an occasion where American action actually matched their rhetoric. One of the charges faced by the defendants was the waging of aggressive war, which if diligently followed up by the UN, major powers and the international legal community, could well have made war a crime ever after. Noble stuff, and worth contrasting with current US foreign policy.

Emailing the production team (check out www.abc.net.au/einsteinfactor/ ) will get you a contestant application form by return email. You fill out some details and nominate three possible specialist areas. Mine were: Nuremberg; Jefferson Airplane; & F Scott Fitzgerald. Nuremberg was my final choice because I thought the historical weight of it might make the producers lean towards giving me the nod to provide some difference to the large number of contestants who choose pop culture related topics.

I answered 25 general knowledge questions at the ABC’s Elsternwick studios while sitting at a table with the Brady Bunch; Harry Potter; Pink Floyd; & Birds of Australia and her External Territories. Getting 18 answers correct was some relief and then off to an interview with the charming producer and contestant co-ordinator. They had prepared some questions for me on my specialist subject, none of which I could answer intelligibly.

For example, when they asked me what happened on 18th July 1944 the appointment of Justice Robert H Jackson as American Chief Prosecutor eluded me. “Oh yes”, I stammered, “well Bob was quite a guy, a Supreme Court judge no less but not nearly as skilled in cross-examination as American Chief Judge Francis Biddle. See, they appointed a judge to prosecute, and a prosecutor to judge, amazing hey?” I could tell they were impressed by the way they looked straight at each other, their eyes rolling.

Frighteningly soon after, probably due to a clerical error, they rang to tell me I was on an episode to be taped in about four weeks. And to do some studying. In fact, they mentioned that twice in what was a very brief phone call.

You couldn’t say it wasn’t a nice spread for us in the contestant lounge on the night. Me, Ned Kelly & Liza Minelli were to appear on the first show taped that evening. I made small talk with the other contestants: asked the bloke why Ned was never charged with negligence over the 1969 Altamont concert and engaged in some gamesmanship with the woman, sowing the seed of doubt in her mind that maybe, just maybe, it really WAS Lisa with an s.

But I should have known that the very witty Peter Berner wasn’t about to play straight man to an amateur like me. I’d mentally prepared a number of zingers, like if he asked me why I chose Nuremberg I was going to tell him I didn’t actually choose it because, wait for it, I was JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS! My family and friends agree that would have got a big belly laugh, and I believe their stone-faced assurances. But they are divided over whether I should have gone with my planned Sergeant Schultz accent.

The other two contestants had already achieved near-perfect scores in their specialist areas when I sat down. After my 15 questions, I was a long way third with 900 points. The bonus round offered some hope: 200 points if the Brains Trust (lawyer & Australian Netball captain Liz Ellis; academic Dr Sue Turnbull; and comedian Anthony Moclair) could answer correctly a true or false question. After all, they’d already done the right thing by the other two, sending 200 easy points their way. They reasoned, they rationalized, they hypothesized, and then they got it wrong. Liz Ellis then asked me a very intelligent question which was in no way matched by my reply. Probably just as well they edited that bit out.

During the remaining rounds, I did well to maintain third spot, as Ned just pipped Liza. Handshakes all round, some more small talk between contestants and then off home. Larry, who’d sat in the audience desperately hoping no-one would connect the two of us, at least removed the paper bag from his head before we got in the car. Not as bad as Moe, who would later send ABC-TV an email requesting I be pixillated. The whole business had taken just over two hours, which compares very favourably with the eleven hours contestants on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire have to endure. I gave up smoking and started again three times during that shift!

Curly told all his friends dad was going to be on The Heinstein Factory and many watched it. Some even made a point of congratulating me and telling me how well they thought I’d done. Kids can be so cruel.

Oh, and the only film the Allies allowed those captured Nazi big shots to watch at Mondorf? Newsreel footage of the liberation of the concentration camps.

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