Boomers, Batman, and Beetlejuice

Michael Keaton hosted Saturday Night Live this week and in his monologue he mentions that his new film, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, is out in theatres.

The theatrical film business being what it is – you might not know this.  But suffice it to say it is the sequel to what else – the 1980s megahit where he reprises his ghostly title role because, well, why not?  For once it makes sense and shouldn’t at all be seen like a cash grab.  If only because ghosts in heavy white makeup can believably go 35 years without showing their age. 

Works for me!

Especially if they remain as funny, trim and committed to playing a character and, thus, earning a laugh, as he is.

Keaton’s always been a really great actor – equally outstanding and believable in the broadest comedy and darkest drama (Note: On the latter score, rent the film he just directed and stars in, Knox Goes Away, on Amazon and you’ll see just how talented he really is.  Or watch his recent Emmy-winning turn in the terrific Hulu miniseries, Dopesick (2021) ).

Remember when Birdman won Best Picture?

It’s worth noting we’re sort of running out of these type of movie star/actors. 

The kind that maintain a career over forty years and whose work in iconic roles span multiple generations.  The self-deprecating stay-at-home dad from Mr. Mom,  the first and second modern-day, darkly tortured Batman, the crazed or not-crazed, depending on your POV, actor/bird in Birdman, even the straight down the middle newspaper editor in his other Best Picture Oscar-winning, Spotlight.

classically trained

Still, there’s something about Beetlejuice that was evident on Saturday night.  Keaton’s opening wasn’t merely a cheap promo for his new movie, but rather a moment that gave an opportunity for 2024 SNL cast member Mikey Day and former SNL cast member Andy Samberg (2005-2012) to both come out in the heavy white makeup, dressed in the bold white and black striped suit and wearing the crazy green wig, doing their best Beetlejuice doppelgangers. 

For the comics, who were aged 10 and 12, respectively, when the film came out, it looked like a fantasy come to life, and they couldn’t curtail their enthusiasm for getting to dress up as one of their childhood touchstones next to the guy who created/IS him. 

It’s a whole look

To that end, they confessed the tribute was really designed to goad him into once again at least doing the Beetlejuice voice, which the slightly embarrassed Keaton finally does, sort of, by the end of the bit.

The same way Jennifer Anniston did when former SNL cast member Vanessa Bayer did her Rachel from Friends bit in 2016.

The Rachel haircut is the cherry on top

The same way Nicholas Cage appeared to be when Samberg did his overwrought Cage persona on SNL in 2012.

The same way Jerry Seinfeld couldn’t help doing when then SNL’s Jimmy Fallon did his sing-song Seinfeld star/character in 1999 and…

The same way Joe Coker performed alongside one of SNL’s original Not Ready For Prime Time Players, John Belushi, when the latter sang as an impeccable, soundalike/lookalike Joe Cocker in 1976.

Which is to say nothing of all the real-life politico drop-ins.

There is a new four-part MSNBC documentary entitled My Generation running on consecutive Saturday nights covering the baby boomers (born 1946-64), Generation X (born 1965-1981), millennials (born 1981-1996), and Gen Z (born after 1997). The promo material states the eight-hour series “will document the iconic events, people, and media that shaped each generation” and describes it as “a dose of nostalgia for those who lived through these times and a primer for those who did not.”

I guess.

But I watched some of them and couldn’t help wondering — who makes up these categories anyway? 

Wait… right?

I can tell you as a baby boomer that there is a huge generational difference between those born in 1946, 1955 and 1963.  For instance, in 1948, only 1% of U.S. households owned a….TELEVISION.

It wasn’t until 1957 that the first passenger jets were in use.  And in 1964, The Beatles made their first stateside appearance on television, mere months after Pres. John F. Kennedy was assassinated.

I’m old enough to vaguely remember the debut of The Beatles but a world where almost no one had a TV or flew on a big airplane, well, that’s a product of someone else’s generation.

Embracing my inner Waldorf and Statler

Still, I do get I’m kind of old.   Which, if you get to be the age of any baby boomer, you will realize is really a privilege.

At least that’s what one old person told me some years ago.

This is all to say that if you really want to reflect on generational differences, just go to nbc.com or YouTube and watch a bunch of SNL clips through the years.  That will take you to what once was and you will also appreciate the passage of time AND get a few chuckles, or at least a couple of nostalgic, Oh my Gods, in the process.

And if you need a reference….

To that end –-  shameless self-promotion – VERY shameless – you can get a copy of: The SNL Companion: An Unofficial Guide to the Seasons, Sketches, and Stars of Saturday Night Live on Amazon.  Here’s the link: https://a.co/d/888Dhde

I wrote it, along with my better half, Stephen Tropiano, and, along with a bunch of fun history, quips and pithy historical observations, it has an episode guide where you can pick and choose your pleasure or…poison. 

Sure does!

What you will fondly relive and remember or what you will skip over, ignore or forever choose to deny.

Mere documentaries do not allow you to make that choice.

SNL Michael Keaton Monologue (10/19/24)

How To Do Nothing

I’m enjoying not doing much of anything.

This is not as easy as it sounds.  In fact, it’s taken me a lifetime to get to this point.  I’m not sure how long it will last but, boy, I’m hoping it doesn’t end any time soon.

And if I work real hard and am real lucky, it won’t.

At the height of self-quarantine in early April I had a routine appointment with a doctor whose office is located in a hospital.

Admittance into the hospital required a temperature check at the door and when I was told mine was a little over 101 degrees, well, imagine my surprise.

Definitely channelled my inner Maya

I had a headache, which is not unusual for someone with severe seasonal allergies such as mine, and that was about it.  But after several more temp checks and a call to my doctor on the inside I was told a COVID-19 test was ordered and I was to return later that afternoon.

Some hours later I was driving down to the hospital’s lower level parking lot where about 20 hospital workers, dipped in what looked liked head to toe HAZ-MAT suits, with long plexiglass shields around their upper torsos, stood at tables on either side of me in my car.

Their hands were weaponized with small plastic test tubes, synthetic clipboards with official looking paper lists and Q Tips the size of the twelve-foot ruler I hadn’t seen since my elementary school days,

It looked sort of like a scene from Alien or Star Trek crossed with a yet to be filmed Tim Burton movie about mass corruption in the medical establishment.

Roughly what I saw from my car

Nevertheless, I soldiered through, weathered the teacher’s measuring stick far up my nose, was told the next day I was negative and then soon after was diagnosed with a bad sinus infection.

It took a while to get better, both physically and psychologically.  I mean, there was something about the Q-Tip ruler up my nose that still gives me the willies despite NY Gov. Andrew Cuomo’s very apt demonstration last week on TV that it was nothing to be afraid of.  (Note: Good for him.  And notice they didn’t show his face in close-up).

Notice he’s smiling… BEFORE the swab goes in #notpleasant

I also had a lot to preoccupy me while I was healing.  There were four 2-3 hour Zoom sessions per week with college writing students now dispersed all over the country I was supposed to be teaching meaningful skills to as well as reassuring.  Not to mention, dozens and dozens, and still dozens of their pages to read and type feedback to.  On the more personal side, there was also an endless loop of food prep/food buying that included literally HOURS of wipe downs with chemically smelly products that can’t, in the long run, be good for your you OR your food.

In addition to ….well, a  TON more.  I mean, it’s only been this last week that I began to master the art of mentally measuring what it means to really be six feet apart from anyone while walking my dog.

Of course, I still haven’t mastered the art of wearing a mask with glasses.  For a while I thought the advice of washing your specs in soap and water before going outside would prevent the mask from fogging up but that proved to be as effective as stopping the hiccups by having someone scaring the life out of you.

I’m going to have to look this stupid, huh? #signmeup

Yet since I handed in my grades earlier this week after reading 352 screenplays and TV pilots in 14 days (Note:  Okay, not really, but still A LOT), and having increased my speed in disinfecting, distancing, zooming, prepping and cleaning, I do find myself with…..idle time.

Yes, I’m one of the fortunate ones to not be working on the front lines, not have any friends or loved ones fighting for their lives against COVID, and not in immediate danger of being thrown out of my apartment or deprived of my next meal because I can’t meet the rent or afford the grocery bill.

And so are many of you.

Also known as Twitter

Yet there is this strange restlessness, anger and resentment in the air I can feel amid the aforementioned MANY I am lucky to be a part of.  People are climbing the walls, screaming at the TV and complaining endlessly about being sentenced to life at home with their computers, televisions, phones and loved ones by their side or a zoom chat away.

Boo-hoo.  Boo, boo, boo, boo, HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.  WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

Adopt the ruthlessness of Sally Draper

Believe me, I get it.  I don’t like to be trapped or idle either.  And before you go ballistic, I’m not speaking about people who are freaked out because they can’t work and fear they’ll lose everything, or whose very small children are driving them up the walls they probably wish were padded by now.

Instead, I’m speaking of the millions of the rest of you in MY group who, really, just need to hang out for a little while longer and calm the f-k down.

I’ve NEVER been good at not having a plan to give me control over a situation.  I’ve also been the ambitious type, spending my life plotting the next project that will move me forward in my life, my career or in my relentless search for the answers to all the nagging existential questions I’ve had about life and human existence since I was a wee child.

Me, in third grade

The latter might seem silly to you but it’s been both a motivation and an anxiety-ridden plague to me on and off for decades.  So if you can’t relate to it as an example simply substitute anything you try to balance away by activity that you know can easily grind you into the ground if you let yourself get too carried away with it.  These could include love, alcohol, food, work, shopping, crime, sex, gaming or your undying love of all things cyber.

Now that you’ve been ordered to endure some additional self-isolation for a few more months (Note: At least by those who know best) those of you in my very privileged group this summer can start to deal with this by simply saying to yourself and your over active minds/egos….

STOP.  Like, full stop.   You have ZERO reason to be freaking out over what you’re NOT DOING and instead take the time to enjoy NOT DOING anything.

Don’t let those “somethings” tempt you

Human nature being what it is, you have nothing to worry about because pretty soon, you will do something.  Maybe it’s checking in with a friend, being of service to someone less fortunate than you at the spur of the moment or, I don’t know, baking your first loaf of bread.

These activities, none of them, need be IMPORTANT or building towards ANYTHING at all.  They only need to keep you in the moment of just how freaking fortunate you are to be stuck at home with no end in sight without any PLAN or PROJECT for the immediate future.

Oh, something will occur for you to do everyday – many things and many of them mundane – until they’re not and then they are again.

Enjoy it, and then REALLY enjoy it, while you can.

Bruno Mars – “The Lazy Song”