Dick Van Dyke is 100

I turned on the TV today and Dick Van Dyke was singing and dancing.

… just as he’s always been.

Watch him go!

That’s because the channel was turned to Turner Classic Movies and my favorite childhood movie, Mary Poppins, was on.  A great film a bunch of humbugs gave him some blowback about for his exaggerated Cockney accent.  To which I say…

Exaggerated?  

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Do not come from Bert!

He played a gravity-defying chimney sweep who had to jump into a chalk painting, dance with a group of animated penguin waiters, and make it look real.  Which he did.  This wasn’t Strindberg, for god’s sake!!!

But the seemingly timeless Mr. Van Dyke (Note: Ahhh, let’s call him Dick, cause Mr. Van Dyke is just too formal and referring to him as DVD sounds just too weird) would likely tell me to not even think about that.  When asked this week about the secret to his longevity, he emphasized his #1 is to not hold on to anger.

Is it too late for me to start?

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Let me let this last bit out

Oh, and also to spend each day singing and dancing, which he still does. In addition to working out three days a week, which he also still does.

Well, at least I do that. 

Usually.

Gym bunny Dick Van Dyke reveals his secrets to staying healthy at 99 years  old | Metro News
How does he do it??

Not to be Hallmark card-y about all this, but it’s hard not to about someone who made you feel great when you were a kid lives to be 100 years old. 

Still, it wasn’t only Mary Poppins.

I remember Dick recreating his Tony Award-winning performance in the movie version of Bye Bye Birdie, as a child of 10 or 11, watching it on TV.  He was so deft in the moment he stood up to his loud-mouthed, domineering mother, whose manner bore somewhat of a resemblance to my own.

Ahem.

A charmer

I can also remember in that film him singing an eternal tune of optimism, Put On A Happy Face, instantly making a brooding pe-teen like me smile. 

And it’s still one of my favorite songs from a musical to this day.

This is to say nothing of so many classic moments from his hit series, The Dick Van Dyke Show. I used to sneak out of my bedroom and secretly watch it standing behind my parents’ bedroom door, entranced by the show biz aspect of a clumsy, affable guy who was a TV writer and hung out with a group of snide, funny show biz friends.

To which I say… be careful what you wish for, kids.

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Also beware of ottomans

But it wasn’t only that.

I kept up with Dick through the years. 

One afternoon in the early seventies I was out in L.A. for the summer visiting my Dad and I wandered into a “head” shop in the Valley and saw a heavily bearded Dick, wearing a poncho, buying some record albums and rolling paper, looking like a somewhat death-warmed over vagrant, albeit a kind-seeming one.

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Not his first role with dirt on his face

It couldn’t be him but I was sure it was HIM, I told myself.  And then, several years later in 1974, he played an alcoholic in an acclaimed TV movie, The Morning After, and suddenly it all made sense.  Because he spoke to anyone who would listen about the perils of addiction and the downward spiral his life had taken before he got sober.

I remember when his short-lived TV shows, Van Dyke and Company, won an unexpected Emmy as best comedy-variety series in the late 1970s.  And admired he came back to TV in the early nineties in order to work with his adult son, Barry Van Dyke, and other family members, on Diagnosis Murder, an hour-long show about a doctor who solves murders with his police detective offspring.

Even if it wasn’t for me. 

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Really can’t argue with that mustache

Because he had done other interesting work and his heart was in the right place. 

Among the former was a little seen movie directed by Stanley Kramer, The Runner Stumbles.  In it, he plays a rural priest opposite a young nun, played by Kathleen Quinlan, who moves into his rectory to run the church school.  The two become the victim of small town gossip, which turns out to be partly true because they are actually in love.

The Runner Stumbles Blu-ray
Thorn Birds who?

I recall marveling at his ability to disappear his persona and how scathing and unrelenting the criticism was to both him and his director.

It sticks in my mind because I was a critic for Variety at the time and had to review the movie AND interview the acclaimed director of such film classics of Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner? and Judgement at Nuremberg, who couldn’t have been nicer or more forthcoming about that film and his entire career.

Was I swayed by that or by the fact that I had to publicly pass judgment in print on Dick in a dramatic role?

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What she said!

I don’t think.

But as a more seasoned colleague assured me at the time, there were only two things that qualified any critic to pass judgement on a film.

An opinion and a place to print it.

At this point in my life, having written screenplays and movies of my own, and as a writing teacher,  I certainly realize the grade or opinion we give to anything doesn’t much matter in the long run.

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Shhhhh

I suspect Dick was aware of that years ago, if it ever bothered him in the first place.  That’s why he was able to keep working for so long and give those who appreciated his talents over the years so much joy.

My final peak moment with him came in 2017 in Santa Monica when a good friend took me to see Chita Rivera’s live solo show, Chita: A Legendary Celebration, at the Broad Theatre.  As she sang and danced her way through career highlights and reminiscences she referred back to the days when she played the female lead opposite him on Broadway in Bye Bye Birdie and her admitted favorite leading man – Dick Van Dyke.

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Did we say charming?

There was instant applause because, well, that’s the kind of reaction Dick gets, especially from people from my generation.  But that was nothing compared to the tumultuous applause to the question she then asked us – maybe we can get him to come up here?

At which point, 90 something Dick stood up and strode down the aisle to join her onstage. 

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In this case, I was Larry David

It wasn’t a really big theatre and the screams didn’t stop until finally they had to quiet everyone down. 

Then they chatted about life and working on the show. 

And then he began singing that sweet love song he sang to her character Rose at the end of the show, Everything is Rosie.

WOW

They sang and sort of danced and I remember a combination of being entranced and periodically whispering to my friend, I’m dying.

Yeah, it was yet another moment.

Happy 100th Dick.

And…thanks 😎

Coldplay – “All My Love” (featuring Dick Van Dyke)

Midge and Birdie and Me

I am a child of the late sixties and seventies.  What this means is that I grew up at a very opportune time. 

There was a social and cultural revolution going on in America and I was young enough not to have to worry about getting drafted but old enough to enjoy the tail end of hippie culture, rock ‘n roll music, the second golden age of movies and the takeover of America by a new generation.

OK — but we did have to deal with the turtleneck/plaid suit combo

Never mind that these people were merely the older brothers and sisters of my friends, or their aunts and uncles, most of whom I didn’t admire and none of whom I could see leading me anywhere I particularly wanted to go.

At the very worst they’d be mere placeholders, warming up the expensive seats until me and mine would make everything better, or at least a lot more fabulous, fun and fair.

So, how’d we do…………..????

OK ignore this

This is why while I enjoy looking back on films, television and music from those days I also find it, well….a little depressing.  Especially when I stay too long.

I love The Graduate, The Godfather and Cabaret and have watched them a zillion times but at this point it’s hard not to walk away disappointed that no movies these days, or for many decades since then, can measure up i.e. have quite the same impact on me. 

Same with the music of The Beatles, Carole King, Joni Mitchell and Motown.

Let’s not even start with Laugh-In, Carol Burnett or the early shows of Norman Lear.

And the first time I saw a then-unknown Bette Midler perform on The Tonight Show in 1971 on my teeny tiny black and white screen TV. 

Iconic

Puh-leeze.

Yet I have no baggage for anything that was made, or takes place, prior to that time. 

If it’s great, or fun or thoughtful or silly I can live there as long as I like and not have it mess with my psyche.  It lingers in my mind safely and I can enjoy it as many times as I like and for as long as I like any time I need some cheering up or to even think about contemporary issues without touching too much of an experiential nerve.

I think this explains my fascination with two samplings of TV and film this week set in the late 1950s and early 1960s.

Enter Midge Maisel

The first three episodes of the fifth and final season of Amazon’s The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel and the Turner Classic Movies Festival showing of the film version of Bye Bye Birdie, which began with a live on-site interview with its still very much alive triple-threat star, Ann-Margret.

Thanks TCM and Amy Sherman-Palladino & Co. for making these trying times fabulous and fun while softening the blow, via your use of full flashy color, that life has never been, nor ever will be, consistently fair.

See, it’s not that either that series or movie don’t address the issues of their day.  It’s that they do it in a way that I can take right now.  They engulf me in somebody else’s baggage and allow me to drift off to another time that reminds me of what it must have been like before there were Orange ex-presidents, rampant assassinations, especially school assassinations, and a strange aversion to network prime time variety shows on television.

plus hats!

Full Confession:  The fast-paced, delicious world of former NYC housewife and now aspiring comic Midge Maisel is not totally foreign to me.  My family didn’t have nearly as much money as hers but I was close to the age of her youngest kid.  Also, the incessant, fast-paced shreying (Note: Yelling in Yiddish) and whining in her household is not a tempo or type of patter unfamiliar.

But Midge’s world is a Technicolor interpretation of something familiar, backed by a soundtrack of period singers crooning recognizable tunes from the great American songbook, that is told with wit, creativity and thoughtful integrity.  It’s out of life the way any screwball-styled comedy is yet at the same time it refuses to steer clear of the human frailties of its characters or totally let them off the hook for their actions or reactions.

Amen, Midge.

In this 1950s/early 1960s world men can rule women for only so long before they bite back and win.  The children of neglectful parents also get to have their say, as do other discounted, marginalized people who have been forced to stand on the sidelines in the past.  In this world, it pays to be a little strange, a little off, and also a lot culturally Jewish, and perhaps that is why I like it as much as I do.  Or perhaps it’s merely that it takes place in a time that is a gauzy idea I barely recall.

Or maybe, just maybe, it’s simply funny, inventive and in its final season.  Once inventors of top notch series that haven’t stayed too long decide on their end point, they do some of their most satisfying, if not best, work.  This was the case with Mad Men, another set in that era, and so far seems the case here. 

Divine

It costs us nothing to see Midge go out as a star and will give us infinite pleasure as we watch her stumble over every living thing in her way to get there. Her life clearly won’t be without consequences, if the first three episodes of season five are any indication, but when you get to be funny and sass back the jerks while some of the best music ever made plays in the background, how bad can your life, or ours, really be?

At almost 82 years old, Ann-Margret has had quite a life.  But it’s the present and her declaration that she has as much energy as she’s ever had that she claims keeps her going.  This could account for why she’s recorded an album of classic rock ‘n roll tunes, Ann-Margret: Born to Be Wild, that’s now available to download or to purchase on Amazon.  Or why when she confesses to an audience of film lovers at a movie theatre in Hollywood on a Saturday afternoon that there is the me you see here, and the me you don’t see with all this….energeeeeeeeee, and nearly jumps out of her demure sitting stance while doing it, that we absolutely believe her. 

Love herrrr

The thing about Ann-Margret is that she’s always been a bundle of energy and honesty.  You can see it in her breakthrough lead role in 1963’s Bye Bye Birdie as well as her Oscar-nominated work in such films as Carnal Knowledge (1971) and Tommy (1975).

In Bye Bye Birdie, set in the late 1950s, she plays a teenager picked to give a symbolic kiss to singing star Conrad Birdie, a fictionalized version of Elvis Presley, before he goes into the military.

The movie musical, based on the hit Broadway show, embraces a somewhat cartoonish, larger than life comedic tone, but the sensuality and sincerity of her scenes and dance moves still electrify the screen and bring us back to a fictional moment in time when the drafting of a teen idol into the military was billed as the principal concern of teenagers (okay, mostly young female teens) in this country.

Fetch me my wind machine!

Would that it was ever so and nice to remember it actually was partly true, especially these days.

There are some politically incorrect moments in the film by today’s standards and its view of America was at best a fictionalized construction of the era that would soon get deconstructed by the end of the 1960s.  But I was barely alive in 1958, the year it was set, and there is plenty to see and read from that time that balances what this type of movie shows us.

Aside from Dick Van Dyke at some of his singing and dancing best (Note: Do NOT think or say a bad word about one of my personal faves) it also gives us a joyful look at a more innocent moment in the American story.   That would be an era where a parents’ version of wild offspring involved teenagers staying out late, dying their hair and maybe, well, riding a motorcycle.  

Rebels

Much like Ann-Margret did onscreen back then and still does to this day in real life.

Can you imagine?

Well, you don’t have to because that’s what movies like this are for.  To not take ourselves so seriously that we fail to recognize that hypersexual singing stars and kids who play dress up as something other than they are is just camp.

And at the end of the day it isn’t camp that is dangerous for kids and teenagers.  The real danger lies in the retribution that adults heap on their kids when they do what every generation does with camp at their age – enjoy it.

Ann-Margret – “Born to Be Wild”