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Robert Benton is probably responsible for adding the insipid "Can You Read My Mind?" sequence from Superman, I'm assuming, because not only did Benton, and his writing partner David Newman, do script rewrites on Superman but they had also written a Broadway Superman play back in the '60s where such a scene would have felt more in place. (The play flopped, but did become a TV special.)
Robert Benton had a more successful career than that. With Newman, they wrote Bonnie & Clyde (before a Robert Towne rewrite) and What's Up Doc? (before a Buck Henry rewrite), but Robert Benton's best film, as sole writer and director, is the Altman-esque The Late Show with Art Carney and Lily Tomlin. As a director, Benton also made an excellent western, Bad Company, with a young Jeff Bridges, and several good films overlooked by critics like Still of the Night, Nadine and Billy Bathgate.
Benton's most critically acclaimed films, Kramer vs Kramer and Places in the Heart, have each received their respective backlashes, but both are better than their cliched reputations, victims of that Oscar curse of overpraising otherwise very good movies. Places, for example, is now more remembered for Sally Fields' sappy Oscar speech than for John Malkovich's breakout performance.
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Joe Don Baker
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I don't know if I can say that Joe Don made every single film he was in better, but he certainly never made a film worse. And he was always welcome. Charlie Varrick, The Natural, Fletch, Cape Fear, The Underneath. Too bad we never got a Joe Don Baker/M. Emmett Walsh chew-off.
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Oh, Norm. The milkbone underwear wore out.
I did notice that George Wendt did not look in terrific health when appearing on a Cheers podcast with Ted Danson and Woody Harrelson last year.
In addition to Cheers, Wendt had a nice run of supporting spots in mid-80s faves like Fletch, House and Gung Ho.
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The Sorrow and the Pity director, Marcel Ophuls.
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Leslie Dilley isn't a well known name, but as an Oscar-winning art director he had a remarkable resume: Star Wars, Superman, Alien, Empire Strikes Back, Raiders of the Lost Ark, American Werewolf in London, The Abyss.
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Rock and Roll Zelig, Rick Derringer. I'll be honest, I do find his most recognizable work - forming an ubiquity of irresistable classic rock guitar strut with "Frankenstein", "Free Ride", "Rock and Roll Hoochie Coo" - to be the epitome of '70s cheese-rock. I'm far more inclined to "Hang On Sloopy" myself. But in addition to those touchstones, Derringer always pops up in unexpected places, playing with everyone from Ritchie Havens, Steely Dan and Todd Rundgren, to contributing his guitar riffs to 80s hits like "Eat It" to "Total Eclipse of the Heart". And, of course, providing Hulk Hogan with his immortal "Real American". So...still the Cheese-Rock King in so many ways, all-American of course. How can you hate?
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Al Foster, jazz drummer for the second half of the electric Miles Davis ensemble, playing on classic albums Get Up With It, Dark Magus, Agharta and Pangaea. Foster continued as Davis' drummer in the '80s following his brief retirement.
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I have to admit that I was not aware of the name Jonathan Joss, although he is the voice behind John Redcorn on King of the Hill, one of the best characters on the show - Redcorn is a Native American "healer" who sleeps with all of the housewives unbeknowst to their husbands.
But Joss' death deserves mentioning outside of that because it happens to be a horrific example of Trump America. Joss and his partner/husband had been receiving homophobic threats over a two year period while living in San Antonio, and recently his neighbors made good on their threat of burning his house down and killing his dogs, leaving the skull of one on display. Finally, yesterday, a neighbor just pulled out a gun and shot Joss dead on his front lawn. Joss' widower claims that law enforcement was informed of the threats and arson and had done nothing in response. Joss' killer was arrested however.
The sickness ensues....
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Jinnistan wrote:
I have to admit that I was not aware of the name Jonathan Joss, although he is the voice behind John Redcorn on King of the Hill, one of the best characters on the show - Redcorn is a Native American "healer" who sleeps with all of the housewives unbeknowst to their husbands.
But Joss' death deserves mentioning outside of that because it happens to be a horrific example of Trump America. Joss and his partner/husband had been receiving homophobic threats over a two year period while living in San Antonio, and recently his neighbors made good on their threat of burning his house down and killing his dogs, leaving the skull of one on display. Finally, yesterday, a neighbor just pulled out a gun and shot Joss dead on his front lawn. Joss' widower claims that law enforcement was informed of the threats and arson and had done nothing in response. Joss' killer was arrested however.
The sickness ensues....
How these people get through life without realizing what weak pathetic losers they are is beyond me.
Or maybe the fact that they do realize this is part of the reason they do shit like this.
Either way, just wait for Trump to pardon him before he even goes to trial.
I'm so beyond even pretending I believe in pacifism anymore.
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Probably should have a picked a track with Brian Wilson actually singing. (No offense to Carl.)
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Harris Yulin was not a titan of revolutionary music. But he was a sturdy character actor worth his props.
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He has an all time great "Fuck you!" when he bites it in Scarface.
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Apparently both Harris Yulin and Frederick Forsyth had relationships with Faye Dunaway.
Tying up loose ends?
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Mick Ralphs, Mott the Hoople and Bad Company guitarist.
Mott's classic "All the Way From Memphis" chronicles Ralphs' attempt to find his lost guitar.
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Lalo Schifrin would already be immortal if he had only composed the iconic them for Mission: Impossible, but add to that other themes for Mannix and Starsky and Hutch, and film scores for Cool Hand Luke, Bullitt, Hell in the Pacific, Dirty Harry, THX 1138, Prime Cut, Charlie Varrick, Enter the Dragon, Hit!, The Amityville Horror and more recently the Rush Hour films, plus so so many more.
In addition to those signature accomplishments, Schifrin was an important collaborator and piano player for Dizzy Gillespie during a peak of 1960s recordings - Gillespiana, An Electrifying Evening, On the French Riviera, New Wave and The New Continent, as well as Dizzy's "funk" foray, Free Ride, from the '70s. Schifrin was also an arranger and bandleader for Stan Getz, Sarah Vaughan and Jimmy Smith among others.
RIP to a major talent.
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Ol' Mr. Blonde.
We can argue about the speed with which Michael Madsen became typecast - as he describes "the guy with a cigerette and a gun" - and how much of that fate may have been due to his own bad judgement in picking roles, maybe he could have rejected all of these direct-to-video Tarantino rip-offs in the early and mid-90s. But there's still a number of more interesting films which highlight his talent and charisma - Kill Me Again, Thelma and Louise, The Getaway, The Winner, Donnie Brasco. A too-young 67 suggests some hard living as well.