Hello, Goodbye (Colbert Edition)

Towards the end of It’s A Wonderful Life, after George Bailey regains his will to live, he runs joyously through the streets of his hometown of Bedford Falls, shouting Merry Christmas to everyone and everything in sight. 

Even Mr. Potter, the villainous slumlord who tried to crush George’s business by stealing his money, and crush his soul by driving him into suicidal existential despair.

Hey, Merry Christmas, Mr. Potter!, George beams as he spots his nemesis in the window and musters a big wide grin on his way home to a house full of family and friends.

Merry Christmas to you – in jail!, Potter bellows back to him, sure that George will be arrested for embezzlement the minute he steps foot in the door due to the money Potter clandestinely pilfered and the police and bank examiners he arranged to be at his home – on Christmas Eve, no less!

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He’s so pleasant

Though that Frank Capra ending is 80 years old I couldn’t help but think of it as Stephen Colbert gracefully exited the stage of The Ed Sullivan Theatre after 11 years as the host of The Late Show, and the bile driven rage tweeting that followed right after by our ever rageful Gloater-in-Chief, who himself turns eighty years old next month.

As Colbert was joined by his mentor Jon Stewart, and the quartet of his fellow “competing” talk show hosts – Jimmy Kimmel, Jimmy Fallon, Seth Meyers and John Oliver – all of whose shows went willfully dark in support of him that night, he talked about how his staff referred to the show as “the joy machine.”

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I love this man

Contrast that to the late-night weigh-in from the White House (Note: 1:52 am, to be exact) where our own Mr. Potter bellowed:

Colbert is finally finished at CBS.  Amazing that he lasted so long!  No talent, no ratings, no life. He was like a dead person.  You could take any person off of the street and they would be better than this total jerk.  Thank goodness he’s finally gone!

That was followed by another tweet the following day – an AI video where AI GLOTUS yanks AI Colbert away during his monologue, deposits him in a dumpster and triumphantly gyrates to, YMCA.

Gay 1979 is calling and WE want our song back. 

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I will never understand this

Not to mention, do he and his supporters even know what that song is really about????

Let me give you a clue:

It’s fun to stay at the YMCA, They have everything for young men to enjoy, You can hang out with all the boys…

It seemed only fitting that Colbert’s final guest was Paul McCartney, a guy known for his creativity and kindness, not to mention his status as a member of The Beatles, which first debuted to American and worldwide audiences at that very same Ed Sullivan Theatre in 1964.

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Both class acts

After recalling those days and sharing some memories, as well as briefly touching on America as iconic in entertainment and as a leader of “democracy,” Sir Paul was ushered out so Colbert and his gang of hosts could take charge backstage and try to conquer a symbolic wormhole portal that metaphorically threatened to swallow him and his show whole, along with any of the hosts that might dare to misbehave there or in the future.

It seemed like that extended comedy bit would be the end, especially once Colbert himself was inevitably sucked into that deep black hole of nothingness.  But luckily that was only momentary. 

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A good kind of upside-down

He quickly reappeared in a dark afterlife-type void, singing along with Elvis Costello, his former bandleader John Batiste, and current bandleader Louis Cato, to a whimsical vintage Costello tune about political hypocrisy, Jump Up.

Again, a fitting, if this time more melancholy, way to wrap up. But luckily that wasn’t all either.

Very quickly the scene transitioned back to the fully lit Ed Sullivan Theatre where Paul McCartney stood center stage with a large in-house band performing the classic Beatles tune, Hello Goodbye.

Paul McCartney performs on "The Late Show with Stephen Colbert" with Louis Cato and The Great Big Joy Machine.
Who knew Stephen could sing?

As soon as Paul hit those memorable opening notes and sang the immortal words:

You Say Yes, I Say No, You Say Stop, And I say “Go, Go, Go,” Oh, no!….

Well, let’s say there was not a dry baby boomer eye in this house.  Or, I suspect, many others. 

Though how could you be sad when you saw the entire staff join him onstage, gleefully singing and dancing, along with the audience on their feet, led by Paul. 

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the joy machine rocks one more time

Talk about full circle reinvention.  That song was first introduced to America by Sullivan from that stage on his show in 1967 with a filmed performance by The Beatles from England.

Yes, Colbert no longer has a show on CBS, a move that was clearly facilitated by behind-the-scenes GLOTUS pressure on the Ellison family and its desire for the government to approve its CBS-Paramount merger with Warner Bros.

Yet Colbert was sent off with a cavalcade of many of the biggest stars in the entertainment industry all year, culminating with a final week of accolades, ingenuity and emotion surrounded by countless friends and many members of his immediate, close knit real-life family.

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Andra Day’s solo was a highlight!

According to the host, that will all culminate this Memorial Day weekend when even more members of the Colbert clan will gather together to attend the wedding of his beloved brother in Washington, DC.

Ironically, the same place our GLOTUS will be since he willingly chose NOT to attend the wedding of his oldest son.

Jump Up/Hello, Goodbye – Paul McCartney, Elvis Costello, Jon Batiste & Stephen Colbert

Loving the Ricardos

I’m a college professor and a writer so no matter how hard of a professional day I have, let’s face it, I’m not working in the mines. 

Please don’t share that with my college’s senior leadership team or any producer, director or editor I might work with in the future.

Even though deep down they know the same applies to them.

#WriterLife

Nevertheless, it’s hell out there these days, isn’t it?  Or some human replica of what we imagine it to be.   

In a few weeks we’ll be going into our third calendar year of the COVID pandemic.  Though three doses of either a Pfizer or Moderna vaccine (Note: The third being your all important booster shot) can pretty much ensure you of not dying, becoming hospitalized or even seriously ill with this potential demon only 30% of the country have so far been boosted.

Don’t ask me why, that’s way above my pay grade.  Though if you press me I’ll say stupidity, stubbornness and willful ignorance, not necessarily in that order.

Yes, Grandma, they are.

To give you an idea of how infectious the new Omicron variant is, New York State set a record of 21,027 new cases on Thursday, the single HIGHEST number since this all began almost three calendar years ago.  (Note: Didn’t I just bring up those THREE calendar years?  Well, I’m doing it again).

There are all kinds of other statistics but perhaps none as sobering as almost 5.4 million deaths worldwide, including 805,000 in the U.S.  The numbers continue to go up and if you continue to be unvaccinated know hell is no longer just waiting for you outside your door but finding better and more clever ways to vaporize itself beneath it and into your system even as I write.

Just call him Omicron

This is why everyone needs to do TWO things this Christmas season.

#1 – GET YOUR F’N VACCINE.

And —

#2 – Watch BEING THE RICARDOS either at the movie theatre wearing a mask, or at home on Amazon beginning Tuesday, Dec. 21st.

You didn’t think we were going down that road, did you?

Wait, really?

But we are taking that turn because you and I and everyone we know is tired of talking about COVID and all of the things we can’t, shouldn’t or should do.  In fact, we’re going out of our f’n minds doing so.

Broadway is closing down left and right, local theatre the same.  Sporting events are getting cancelled or postponed and if you’re going to be attending a music concert in these winter months inside, good luck to you.

No, seriously, good luck.  You’ll need it.

Best wishes from Katniss

However, the one thing we can do is sit at home and partake in that age-old American tradition of watching a movie. 

The entertainment industry is trying to get us all to go out but, with infection numbers spiking so much in just two weeks PRIOR to Christmas, it’s getting more and more unlikely there is going to be a rush to anything at your local theatres.

EXCEPT for the new Spiderman: No Way Home, which broke box office records this weekend because we live in a sick world where the idea of watching a superhero is far more appealing to the American public than actually being one in real life by getting a f’n vaccine.

I mean he is so cute

But if you are actually an adult tired of all that, or a kid or adult like me who was never into superheroes (Note: Except the campy 1960s TV series Batman, which really doesn’t count because Tallulah Bankhead, Eartha Kitt, Victor Buono and Caesar Romero as super villains is too good to turn down), Being The Ricardos will momentary take your mind off of it all.

Not that writer-director Aaron Sorkin’s smart, fast-talking and clever take on the private and professional lives of Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz – or as we still know them, Lucy and Ricky Ricardo of I Love Lucy fame- isn’t both super and heroic in its own way.

Super Lucy!

In fact, it is at times both serious and affecting.  But it is also always entertaining, thoroughly watchable and a marvel.  The latter is because somehow Mr. Sorkin has managed to throw us back into the 1950s via what is probably the most famous television series in history and yet somehow not get swallowed up by the legend of it all.

He’s is helped greatly by Nicole Kidman and Javier Bardem, who so manage to evoke the spirits of Lucy and Desi onscreen that it’s as if you’re eavesdropping on the better, mover clever version of every conversation, seduction and argument they’d tried to ever have but likely never literally ever had.

Thanks for the rave review!

This is what writing teachers and critics and writers like myself preach when we say that the work should evoke real life without ever literally being real life. 

This is because real life doesn’t happen in three-act structure and can often have endless deadly dull moments in the space of two hours. 

Films, on the other hand, can use those two hours to tell the story of a year, a month, or – in the case of Being the Ricardos – a key week in your life.  And they can do this by showcasing the spirit of your truth in a much more entertaining way than a bunch of cinema verite home movies that you personally shot or even lived could ever hope to do.

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Movies, at their best, can capture the magic we know sometimes happens in life, with all the good and bad our humanity offers.  And with the right combination of artists and technicians they can also harness all that passion and verve we humans get to experience in a way that reminds us of who we are in those times, at times like these, where it’s easy to forget.

It helps that I Love Lucy still cracks me up and was one of my favorite shows as a kid.  But that’s not truly why I’m on the Ricardo/Sorkin soapbox at the moment.

No one like her!

It’s because for two hours the creative team behind this film made me forget how absolutely screwed up everything is at the moment by telling me a story about a fictional week in the lives of a couple of Americans where absolutely everything was also screwed up for them.

Yeah, it was literally quite different.  But screwed up is screwed up.

AND it made me laugh, forget and finally feel something other than COVID-stark raving madness while doing it.

Just in time for Christmas!

If that’s not the best holiday present you can give yourself in the next two weeks, I got nothin’ else.

But know you certainly won’t get it from The Power of the Dog, despite what every major film critics association want you to believe and labor with.

Meow.

But I’m right.

Being the Ricardos Trailer