Thursday, June 2, 2016

Happy Birthday Sally Kellerman!
























































“I always wanted to be an actress. My mother told me to get a job as an elevator operator - because Dorothy Lamour was discovered that way.”

                                                                    M*A*S*H


Picture Legend

1. Ms Kellerman
2. Long Beach, California
3. Fourth grader
4. The Queen Mary
5. Another view of Ms Kellerman
6. The Spruce Goose
7. More Sally
8. Bozo
9. Ozzie, Harriet, David, and little Ricky Nelson
10. Yvette Mimieux
11. The Four Preps
12. Jeff Corey
13. With classmate Jack Nicholson
14. The Unbridled Fury of Animala
15. Poster for “Reform School Girl”
16. Irish McCalla
17. With Bill Cosby on “I Spy”
18. Sally as Dr. Elizabeth Dehner
19. The Enterprise approaches the mysterious galactic barrier
20. Lieutenant Commander Mitchell and Dehner transformed
21. Sally and Marlo
22. Sally and Robert Loggia at “T.H.E. Cat” reunion
23. On “Tarzan” with Ron Ely
24. Giving Roy Thinnes the What For, on “The Invaders," with Ed Begley
25. With Tony Curtis in “The Boston Strangler”
26. Lobsterman
27. On “It Takes a Thief”
28. Beauty
29. Major Margaret J Houlihan arrives
30. Talking with Hawkeye
31. The scene that earned Sally an Academy Award nomination
32. Sally with fiance Rick Edelstein
33. George C Scott as “Patton”
34. With Harold... er, I mean Bud Cort in “Brewster McCloud”
35. McCloud fountain scene
36. “Slither”
37. Sally in “Lost Horizon”
38. “The Big Bus”
39. Sally sings
40. Relaxing with Keith Carradine in “Welcome to L.A.”
41. In “Centennial”
42. In “A Little Romance”
43. With Jodie Foster in “Foxes”
44. Cherie Currie
45. Sally, husband Jonathan Krane, and children Jack and Hannah
46. 2009 album “Sally”
47. With Rodney Dangerfield in “Back to School”
48. With Rodney off the set
49. Kurt Vonnegut Jr in “Back to School”
50. Sexy ghost in “Meatballs III, Summer Job”
51. On “The Young and the Restless”
52. Maron’s mom
53. “Read My Lips”
54. McKayla & Shana interview
  


   It is my great honor and pleasure to give a great big happy birthday shout out to one of my favorite actresses and singers, Ms Sally Kellerman!
   Like some of us, Sally Claire Kellerman was born as a tiny female infant, at a very early age, in Long Beach, California (33° 46′ 6″ N, 118° 11′ 44″ W), which is about an hour away (by car... a lot longer if you’re walking), south, from where I’m writing this in downtown Los Angeles. 23.3 miles to be more succinct.
    As any fourth grader knows Long Beach is the 36th-largest city in the United States and the 7th-largest in California. 462,257.4 people lived there six years ago. There’s probably more now. The median age in Long Beach for both sexes is 33. There’s more women in Long Beach than there are men. 235,737 ladies to 226,520.4 dudes. The average household contains 2 people.
   Long Beach is the second largest city in the Greater Los Angeles Area (after L. A. itself) and a principal city of the Los Angeles metropolitan area.
   I spent about a week in a military brig in Long Beach once, when the navy used to have a base there. And I have attended numerous musical concerts at the Long Beach Municipal Auditorium, which no longer exists. Led Zeppelin and Santana were some of the acts I’ve seen in Long Beach.
   There’s a big port in Long Beach, the city being so close to the mighty Pacific and all, and it happens to be the second busiest container port in the country, the first being the adjoining Port of Los Angeles, in San Pedro Bay (it’s the 20th busiest in the world, the Port of Shanghai, in China, being the first). It’s the 21st largest shipping port in the world.
   There’s no shame in that. As far as shipping ports go, 21st isn’t too bad. Still, perhaps it will get bigger sometime soon.
   Unfortunately the city also maintains a large oil industry with wells located both underground and offshore. Any and all extraction of fossil fuels based in carbon is bad news for the planet... well, actually for those of us who live on the planet’s surface. The planet will do just fine whatever happens, whether we’re here or not. The Earth did just fine for billions of years before we showed up.
   So we need to stop all of this extraction of carbon as fast as possible, and move on to other renewable forms of energy, which we have the technology to do right now... but I digress.
    Aircraft, car parts, electronic and audiovisual equipment, and home furnishings, are also made and sold in Long Beach, which is good I guess. At least we’re still making something in this country.
   The retired ocean liner RMS Queen Mary is permanently moored as a tourist attraction, hotel, museum, and facility for events in Long Beach. I’ve been on it. There’s a special room that you can go into that takes you out over the water and you can see one of the attached propellers. It was the second biggest propellor I’ve ever seen!
   My father came back from Europe on the Queen Mary after World War II ended. The army got him to the war zone pretty fast, and took they’re sweet time getting him back home. I’m sure he enjoyed the trip though.
   The Queen Mary’s haunted by the way. The Ghost Hunters have proven it.
   From 1983 to 1992, Howard Hughes' plane the  Hughes H-4 Hercules (also known as the "Spruce Goose"), was located in a large dome nearby.
   Critics of the plane, intended as a transatlantic flight transport for use during World War II, gave it the nickname “Spruce Goose,” just like “Psycho Donald,” The republican nominee for President, who appears not to have graduated kindergarten yet, gives his opponents nicknames.    Only children, or morons with a learning disability would give others nicknames.
   “Dickless Donald.” He doesn’t have a dick!
   Ha, ha, ha, ha!
   But the joke was on those critics as the plane was almost entirely made of birch, which is a whole different kind of wood than spruce.
   Stupid critics.
   “Cockamamie Critics.”      
   He, he, he ,he!
   The Hercules is the largest flying boat ever built and has the largest wingspan of any aircraft in history (320 ft 11 in.).
   The war was over by the time the prototype was completed, and the airplane made only one brief flight on November 2nd, 1947. Here’s some actual footage of that flight.  
   Who knew that Bilbo Baggins was on the fateful flight along with Howard Hughes? I certainly didn’t!
   Walt Disney bought the plane in 1988 and moved it to the Evergreen Aviation & Space Museum in McMinnville, Oregon, 1,055 miles from Long Beach. It arrived there on February 27th, 1993. You can go there right now and see it if you want to.
   Be that as it may, Sally’s mom, Edith Baine, a Christian Scientist from Portland, Arkansas, was  a piano teacher, and her dad, John "Jack" Helm Kellerman, from St. Louis, Missouri, was a Shell Oil Company executive, and thereby responsible for global warming.
   Ha, ha, ha, just kidding. He was only partly responsible.
   Unfortunately he passed away in 1971, and Edith in 1998.
   Sally has an older sister, Diana Dean Kellerman; and her younger sister, Victoria Vaughn (Vicky) Kellerman, died in infancy.
   When Sally was in the fifth grade, the whole family moved to San Fernando, California, in the northeast section of the famous San Fernando Valley.
   I know San Fernando very well. My mother and step dad used to live in Sylmar, which is just next door.
   I assume she attended nearby schools, like San Fernando High School, which could have been in either San Fernando or nearby Pacoima where the school moved to in 1952, when Sally was 15. It doesn’t really matter because during her 2nd year the family moved again, out of the valley, to what is described as Park La Brea, Los Angeles, which I can’t find anywhere, but judging from the name, it was more than likely close to the world famous La Brea Tar Pits, where many poor,animals would get stuck in the tar and die. The tar was and is covered with a layer of water making it look safe to wade into.
   It wasn’t safe. Far from it.
   The La Brea Tar Pits are in the Miracle Mile section of Los Angeles, along the world famous Wilshire Bl., about 7.4 miles west from where I’m sitting right now.
   Sally would attend Hollywood High School, located at the intersection of North Highland Avenue and West Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood.  
   Surprisingly a lot of people who would become relatively “famous” attended Hollywood High. Meredith Ann Baxter (actress & producer), Lon Chaney, Jr. (actor), Judy Garland (singer, actress, and vaudevillian), Linda Evans (actress), Norman Chandler (publisher of The Los Angeles Times from 1945 to 1960), Robert and Keith Carradine (actors), Frank Darabont (film director, screenwriter and producer), Carole Lombard (actress), Bozo (clown), Karl Hubenthal (cartoonist), Chuck Jones (animator), Nanette Fabray (actress, dancer and singer), (Henry P. Caulfield, Jr. (political scientist, college professor, son of Holden Caulfield, protagonist and narrator of J. D. Salinger's “The Catcher in the Rye”), Valerie Bertinelli (actress, rock whore), John Archer (actor, father of Sterling),  Anthony Anderson (actor, comedian, writer, father of Thomas Anderson, AKA Neo), Lisa Coleman (musician and composer), Jill St. John (actress, presumed distant relative of John the Apostle, author of the Fourth Gospel), Sharon Tate (actress), Catherine Share (member of Charles Manson's "Family"), Vincent Bugliosi (attorney)Lana Turner (actress), Beatrice Wood (potter), Leighton Meester (actress, singer), Gloria Grahame (actress), Marguerite Empey (model, actress, and dancer), Laurence Fishburne (actor, friend of Neo), Warren Christopher (U.S. Secretary of State), Carol Burnett (actress, comedian), James Garner (actor, producer, singer, voice artist, and comedian), Mimsy Farmer (actress), Mitzi Gaynor (actress), Barbara Hershey (actress, Entity survivor), John Huston (film director, screenwriter and actor), Kermit (frog), Horacio Gutiérrez (virtuoso classical pianist), Gigi Levangie Grazer (novelist, screenwriter, and producer), The Four Preps (musical male quartet), Johnny Crawford (actor, Rifleman’s son), Mike Farrell (actor), Alan Hale Jr. (skipper), Swoosie Kurtz, (actress), Alan Ladd (actor, film and television producer), Ruta Lee (actress and dancer), Richard Long (actor), Stefanie Powers (actress, founder and president of the William Holden Wildlife Foundation and a director of the Mount Kenya Game Ranch and Wildlife Conservancy), David and Ricky Nelson (actors, sons of the Ozzie and Harriet), John Ritter (actor, polygamy advocate), Jason Robards (actor, Pearl Harbor witness), Alfred E Newman (cognitive scientist, Johnstone Family Professor in the Department of Psychology at Harvard University), Susan Peters (actress), Lisa Coleman (musician, worked with Prince), Edward Dmytryk (film director, one of the Hollywood 10, who refused to to testify to the House Un-American Activities Committee. He changed his mind later on and ratted everybody out), Miguel Delwicki (motivational garbologist), Gloria Grahame (actress), and Sally’s friend and future actress, Yvette Mimieux (“The Time Machine,” “Toys in the Attic,” “Monkeys, Go Home!” etc.), to name just a few.
   There were many other people who have attended Hollywood High School. Some of them weren’t even “famous.”
   Sally was very shy while in high school, so I’m told, making few close friends, and apparently her shyness affected her academic performance somehow as she received below average grades except  in choir and physical education.         
   Sally was attracted to the performing arts though after seeing Marlon Brando in the 1952 film “Viva Zapata!”
     I was shy in high school as well. We have that in common, Sally and I. She dealt with her shyness by overcoming it and acting in a school musical production of “Meet Me in St. Louis,” based on... I’m not sure what it was based on. I do know that a school alumni, Judy Garland, starred in the 1944 film, “Meet Me in St. Louis,” which was based on a series of short stories by Sally Benson, so there really wasn’t a play version for many years. Maybe Sally’s play was based on the film, who knows?! Perhaps Ms Kellerman will provide a comment and clear up this important matter.
   I dealt with my shyness by ingesting massive quantities of various mind altering chemicals.
   In the movie Ms Garland sang my favorite Christmas song ever. "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas."
   The little girl in the above clip, played by a six year old Margaret O'Brien (still with us, and living in San Diego), is obviously suffering from PTSD.
   Ms Garland would meet her future husband, Vincente Minnelli, while making this film, as he was the director. The result of their union was a little baby girl they named Liza.
   While in high school, she and friend Yvette Mimieux sang with the all-male quartet, The Four Preps, which undermined their innocence, the one thing they had going for them, making them a co-ed sextet.
   Upon graduating from Hollywood High Sally enrolled at Los Angeles City College, where I once almost enrolled, but left after a year when the acting bug bit her again, and she began taking classes to learn her craft with the popular actor, and teacher, Jeff Corey, whom I’m almost positive you’ll recognize from his myriad appearances in film and television.
   Within a year of attending classes, she appeared in a production of John Osborne's “Look Back in Anger” directed by Corey and featuring classmates Shirley Knight, Jack Nicholson, Dean Stockwell and Robert Blake.
   Sally was, and is, a singer, and she submitted a recording demo to the founder and head of jazz oriented Verve Records, Norman Granz. She got lucky and her talent was recognized in the form of a contract offer. She got cold feet though I guess, and walked away from it all, concentrating on her acting.
   Towards the end of the 1950s, and in her early 20s, Sally joined the newly opened Actors Studio West, an offshoot of the famous Actors Studio in Manhattan, which is in New York, 2,801 miles from where I’m writing this.
   Boy, if you thought Hollywood High had a lot of famous people associated with it, you should take a look at the Actors Studio. I’m not even going to try and list them there’s so many. See for yourself.
   To pay her tuition, Sally worked as a waitress at Chez Paulette, which was a coffee house on the Los Angeles’ Sunset Strip, in Hollywood actually, where they make all the movies. People like  Jack Nicholson, Marlene Dietrich, Dennis Hopper, Warren Oates, Harry Dean Stanton, Marlon Brando and numerous writers, directors and flamenco guitarists hung out there... drinking coffee.
   Most actors and actresses (I refuse to call actresses actors. Women have had too many things taken away from them... no need to add gender differentiation among them) start their careers in small parts in commercials and television shows, before advancing to larger projects. Benita Robledo, Camille Chen, Rachel Grate, Erin Law, Sasha Grey, Bruno Amato, Mariel Booth, and the lovely Jennifer Blaire of Animala fame (Jennifer has had the added burden of being somewhat typecast after appearing as Animala in two successful features (“The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra” and “The Lost Skeleton Returns Again”). Every time a beautiful and alluring composite of four forest animals is called for, casting agents consistently seek Jennifer), being some of my Facebook friends who have gotten into show business this way (please hire them! They’re all wonderful). But Sally... oh no. She would take a different path, and after losing a bid for the lead in Otto Preminger's 1957 “Saint Joan,” to the upstart Jean Seberg, she won a integral part in the classic film “Reform School Girl,” the epic and shocking true story of good girls gone bad. If you haven’t had a chance to see it yet, here’s the whole damn movie, by golly! It’s truly a film you don’t mind having invested your time watching, and it will live with you forever, and I really mean that.
   The year was 1957, Sally was 20 years old, the world was hers for the taking. Parts were being offered to her left and right... after a few years. Like her next job playing a waitress on TVs “Bachelor Father,” in 1960, which proved to be a pivotal exchange for both Sally (who would go on to appear in such classics as “Lock Up,” with Macdonald Carey, “Surfside 6,” with Van Williams, who himself would go on to star with Bruce Lee in “The Green Hornet,” the 1962 horror classic, “Hands of a Stranger,” with Irish McCalla, she played marriage bait for Clint Walker on his show “Cheyenne,” she starred with future Academy Award winner Robert Duvall in a 1963 episode of “The Twilight Zone.” The original, none of the reprise crap. She played Margo Carlyle in an episode of “I'm Dickens, He's Fenster,” with the comic duo of John Astin and Marty Ingels. She worked with that jokester “Looks like I picked the wrong day to stop sniffing glue,” Lloyd Bridges on “The Llyod Bridges Show,”  and with her fellow Hollywood High student, David Nelson, on “The Adventures of Ozzie & Harriet.” She’s irresistibly attracted to Gilligan on “The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis.” She’s in a threesome with Fred MacMurray and his son, Don Grady, on “My Three Sons.” She appears twice on the original “The Outer Limits,” one of my favorite shows during my formative years, a 1963 episode entitled “The Human factor,” involving a lot of mind switching in Greenland, and a 1964 episode, “The Bellero Shield,” with Marty Landau and Commissioner Gordon, Neil Hamilton, in which Sally plays Lady Macbeth... sort of. And who can forget “The Movie Maker,” written by “The Twilight Zones’”Rod Serling, starring Dabney Coleman, Robert Culp, and Sally. Something about an immigrant becoming a movie mogul I believe. Then of course we have “The Greatest Show on Earth,” with bad boy Jack Palance, “Slattery's People,” with Richard Crenna, two 1964 episodes of “Bob Hope Presents the Chrysler Theatre,” two, count’em, two episodes of “12 O’Clock High,” with Robert Lansing. She played a skittish bride on “The Alfred Hitchcock Hour,” with the eldest Carradine brother, David, another “hands” movie (gee, if I had a nickel...), “Connery's Hands,” with doomed spaceman Gary Lockwood on “Kraft Suspense Theatre,” with Lockwood again on “Seaway,” two episodes of the popular medical program “Ben Casey,” playing different people (or are they really the same person? I’ll never tell), with Vince Edwards and Gunga Din/original Prof. Barnhardt, Sam Jaffe. She pioneered the use of transgender characters playing Phil Bartlett on “A Man Called Shenandoah,” a fugitive spy on “I Spy,” with Robert Culp and Bill Cosby (watch out Sally! Don’t drink that tea!)), and later for John Forsythe, the star of “Bachelor Father,” who would go on to play the disembodied voice of Charles Townsend, or Charlie, on “Charlie’s Angels.”
   Harrison Ford built her a deck when he supported himself as a carpenter around this time.     

"Don't you understand? A mutated superior man could also be a wonderful thing!"

Elizabeth Dehner

   In February of 1965 the original pilot of “Star Trek,” entitled "The Cage," was rejected by NBC suits (executives). The show had been sold to them by the shows creator, Gene Roddenberry, as a "Wagon Train to the stars," and they thought the first pilot did not match the adventure format they had been promised and was "too cerebral" for the general audience, because, as demonstrated by the rise of Donald Trump, a vast percentage of the general audience are dumb as rocks. However, NBC, having been persuaded by Desilu management (and reportedly by Lucille Ball herself), maintained sufficient interest in the format to order a second pilot episode in March of 1965.
   “Where No Man Has Gone Before," written by the western novelist Samuel A. Peeples, was selected over two other scripts up for consideration.
   Casting took place in June. Jeffrey Hunter, the actor who portrayed Captain Christopher Pike in “The Cage,” was unwilling to reprise his role. Good old Lloyd Bridges, and Jack Lord (“Hawaii Five-O”) were considered, but William Shatner was finally cast as Pike's replacement, Captain James T Kirk. A female second-in-command, was dropped on the insistence of the NBC network, because, well, you know how women are, and Science Officer Spock was given the position as second in command. NBC was worried about Leonard Nimoy's "satanic" appearance and pressured for his removal, but Leonard just wouldn’t leave.
    This episode introduced two other regular characters to the show: James Doohan as the Chief Engineer Montgomery Scott, and George Takei as the Ship's Physicist Sulu, who would later be demoted to helmsman. I don’t know why.
   Nichelle Nichols as Nyota Uhura and DeForest Kelley as Dr. Leonard McCoy would join the show later.
   Freaking Gary Lockwood was cast with Sally again, a couple of years before he would play another space wanderer, Dr. Frank Poole in a little movie called “2001: A Space Odyssey.” 
   Lockwood was given the part of the Enterprise’s navigator, Lt. Cmdr. Gary Mitchell, and Sally the part of ship’s psychiatrist, Dr. Elizabeth Dehner.
   The gist of the episode being the Enterprise is set to explore outside of the Milky Way galaxy, our galaxy, but is hindered in it’s efforts by a mysterious space barrier, which upon entering, kills nine crewmembers, while Mitchell and Dehner are knocked unconscious by the barrier's deleterious barrier effects. When he awakens, Mitchell's eyes are glowing with a silverish tint, and he begins to display remarkable psychic powers, like telepathy and telekinesis, just like Stephen King’s Carrie.  
   Mitchell let’s all of this go to his head, and begins to associate himself with god, or gods. Dehner, after a while (because women, you know, are slower), begins to display the same abilities.
   Mitchell becomes increasingly arrogant and hostile toward the the crew, so obviously he must be dealt with, and that dealing with constitutes pretty much the rest of the show. I don’t want to be a spoiler here, but in the end, things don’t work out well for Mitchell and Dehner.
   “Where No Man has Gone Before," was eventually broadcast third in sequence on September 22nd, 1966. The suits at NBC were pleased with the episode and decided that “Star Trek” would be a weekly television series. Gene Roddenberry said that, like "The Cage", "Where No Man Has Gone Before" still had a lot of science fiction elements in it, but that it was the barbaric WWE like fight between Kirk and Mitchell that sold NBC on the show.
   “Violence, violence, is the only thing that will make you see sense.” -Mott the Hoople
   The episode re-aired on April 20th, 1967, and on July 12th, 1969, it became the first episode to be shown in the United Kingdom by the BBC. And from that point on, “Star Trek” infected the entire world.
   And you can thank Sally Kellerman for that.
   The success of the “Star Trek” show enabled Sally to pursue and win other, more challenging roles on television and in films, such as portraying Sandy Stafford on the 1966 “Break a Leg,” episode of “That Girl,” with the National Outreach Director for St. Jude Children's Research Hospital, Marlo Thomas, and as mind reader Maya Leandro, on “T.H.E. (Thomas Hewitt Edward) Cat,” with Robert Loggia as Cat...
   "Out of the night comes a man who saves lives at the risk of his own. Once a circus performer, an aerialist who refused the net. Once a cat burglar, a master among jewel thieves. Now a professional bodyguard. Primitive... savage... in love with danger. The Cat!"
   ...and as the beautiful blond Kathleen Walker, in the “A Dollar's Worth of Trouble,” episode of “Bonanza.”
   Sally also worked as a circus owner on “Tarzan,” with Ron Ely, and on one of my favorite shows, based on a true story of illegal immigration, “The Invaders,” with Roy Thinnes.
   1968 saw Sally getting strangled in Boston by Tony Curtis in the film, “The Boston Strangler.”
   “I was also the romantic lead in ‘The Boston Strangler’ - I was the only one that lived to tell the story - so I called myself the romantic lead.”
   I always thought Tony was a bit odd, and “Lobsterman From Mars,” proved it.
   Sally played Robert Wagner’s ex-girlfriend in a 1969 episode of “It Takes a Thief,” a potential murderess on “Hawaii Five-0,” and Mike Connors ex-girlfriend in the “The Solid Gold Web,” episode of “Mannix.”
   Sally worked with one of my favorite actors, Jack Lemmon, along with Catherine Deneuve, Peter Lawford, Jack Weston, Charles Boyer, and Myrna Loy in “The April Fools.”
   Sally turned down a part in Paul Mazursky’s “Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice,” presumably that of either Carol or Alice. I don’t know why she did that.
   Then in 1969 something wonderful happened.
   “Soon after “The April Fools” (1969) my agent called me about an audition. I didn't know anything about the director or who, if anyone, had already been cast. The only thing my agent said was that I was reading for the part of Lt. Dish (later played by Jo Ann Pflug), so I thought that I had better put on some red lipstick to look more "dish-y". The audition room was full of men, scattered about, none of whom I recognized. I didn't even know which one was the director. I guess I did well because, all of a sudden, one of the men--he had the longest fingers I've ever seen, like birds about to take flight--said, "I'll give you the best role in the picture: Hot Lips." "Really?" I said. I was so excited. Finally! The best role in something. I thanked the long-fingered man, took the script, and rushed outside. I didn't even want to get home before I cracked open the script to get a better look at this "best" role in the picture. Leaning against the building, I began thumbing through the pages looking for my part. And looking. And still looking. Nothing. On page forty, maybe I found a single line. Later I found a few more. Fourteen years in Hollywood and my "best role" is the nine-line part of a soldier named Hot Lips? I staggered home, angry and bitter, and I called my agent, indignant. "There's nothing to this part!" I told him. "This guy is supposed to be really talented," he said, trying to calm me down. "I really think you should do it." I later learned that fifteen directors had said no to this film before Robert Altman had said yes. So I read the script again and then agreed to take another meeting with Altman, it was just the two of us this time, and I arrived in a huff. I didn't know him from Adam, but I hated him for thinking he could fool me. Hot Lips was a memory before the script was even halfway over. But as long I had come this far, I was going to tell him what I thought. "Why does she have to leave in the middle of the film?" I began. I had spent years playing roles on TV. I was already thirty-one years old. I didn't want a career playing hard-bitten drunks in Chanel suits who get slapped by their husbands. This movie was supposed to be a comedy. Hell. I'd done two episodes of Bonanza just to prove I could be funny. I was capable of so much more than a few lines. I was capable of a "best" role--and so was my character. "I'm not just some WAC--I'm a woman!" "So why can't she do this? And why can't she do that?" I shouted at Altman. I was ranting. When I finally came up for air, Bob just casually leaned back in his chair. He said, simply, "Why couldn't she? You could end up with something or nothing. Why not take a chance?". The minute he said that, something in [me] shifted. Here I was having a tantrum in his office, and there he was leaning back in his chair, smiling. Everything about him was comfortable and relaxed. So sure. So it was settled. The role of Hot Lips O'Houlihan was mine. The movie was “MASH.”
   “MASH” (Mobile Army Surgical Hospital) opened on January 25th, 1970, to generally positive reviews. It was directed by Robert Altman and written by Ring Lardner, Jr., based on Richard Hooker's novel “MASH: A Novel About Three Army Doctors.” Besides Sally the film also starred Donald Sutherland, Elliot Gould, Tom Skerritt, Robert Duvall, René Auberjonois, Roger Bowen, Gary Burghoff, Fred Williamson, Jo Ann Pflug, and a whole bunch of other people. The film is episodic in nature, telling the tale, in episodes, of medical and support personnel stationed close to the front lines during the Korean War (June 25, 1950 – July 27, 1953). It is considered a black comedy, a comic work that makes light of serious, disturbing and/or taboo subject matter. War, and the consequences thereof, were the backdrop for this movie. The characters involved provided the comedy. “MASH” cost $3.5 million to produce in 1969, which would equal approximately $21,400,000 in 2015 relative dollars. It made $81,600,000 in it’s initial run, $494,000,000 in today’s dollars. “MASH” was a huge financial success, to say the least, and in two years would generate an acclaimed television show.      
   The late film critic Roger Ebert said this about “MASH.”
   “One of the reasons "MASH" is so funny is that it's so desperate. It is set in a surgical hospital just behind the front lines in Korea, and it is drenched in blood. The surgeons work rapidly and with a gory detachment, sawing off legs and tying up arteries, and making their work possible by pretending they don't care. And when they are at last out of the operating tent, they devote their lives to remaining sane.
   The way they do that, in "MASH," is to be almost metaphysically cruel. There is something about war that inspires practical jokes and the heroes (Donald Sutherland, Elliott Gould, and cronies) are inspired and utterly heartless. They sneak a microphone under the bed of Major "Hot Lips" Hoolihan, and broadcast her lovemaking to the entire camp. They drug a general and photograph him in a brothel...
   I think perhaps that's what the movie is about. Gould and Sutherland and the members of their merry band of pranksters are offended because the Army regulars don't feel deeply enough. "Hot Lips" is concerned with protocol, but not with war. And so the surgeons, dancing on the brink of crack-ups, dedicate themselves to making her feel something. Her façade offends them; no one could be unaffected by the work of this hospital, but she is. And so if they can crack her defenses and reduce her to their own level of dedicated cynicism, the number of suffering human beings in the camp will go up by one. And even if they fail, they can have a hell of a lot of fun trying. Also, of course, it's a distraction.”
   Some critics didn’t like it as much as Roger. Screw’em.
   I couldn’t find a clip, but here is a paraphrased (and I say paraphrased due to the fact that Mr.  Lardner’s script was not strictly adhered to, a fact that upset Mr. Lardner to no end) scene (depicted in picture 30 above) between Hawkeye and soon to be Hot Lips, played of course, by Sally Kellerman.
  
                         HOT LIPS
    I've noticed that both nurses and
    enlisted men address you as 'Hawkeye.'

        HAWKEYE
    It's my name.  Maybe that sounds
    silly to you but...

        HOT LIPS
    That kind of familiarity is
    inconsistent with maximum efficiency
    in a military organization.

        HAWKEYE
    Okay, Major, honey.
      (pushes back his
      chair)
            Now you’ve done it. You’ve
            completely ruined my appetite
            and put me off. Im’ going to go
            now to my bunk and drink the
            better part of a bottle of scotch,
            and I'd normally ask you to join
            me, and you very well might have,
            but you’ve really turned me off.
            (stands up to go)
    See you around.
            (he leaves)

        HOT LIPS
     (icily, and to no one in particular,
             thinking out loud)
    I wonder how a degenerated person
    like that could have reached a
    position of responsibility in the
    Army Medical Corps.

        HENRY
            (who is sitting nearby and over
            hears her)
            He was drafted.

   And this scene (picture 31) which takes place right after the shower debacle, and which I believe had a great deal to do with Sally getting an Academy Award Nomination for Best Supporting Actress.      

INT. HENRY'S TENT – DAY

               Hot Lips, in her robe, her hair still wet from the shower,
               carrying her towel and shower cap, is expressing her wrath
               forcefully to Henry, ignoring the facts that he is in bed
               and that Leslie is in bed with him, which explains why we
               have never seen anybody make a pass at her.

                                     HOT LIPS
                         This isn't a hospital, it's an insane
                         asylum! And it's your fault because
                         you don't do anything to discourage
                         them!

                                     HENRY
                         What do you expect me to do?

                                     HOT LIPS
                         Put them under arrest! See what a
                         courtmartial thinks of their drunken
                         hooliganism. It started with their
                         calling me Hot Lips and your letting
                         them get away with it. You let them
                         get away with everything! And if you
                         don't turn them over to the MPs now,
                         I'm going to resign my commission
                         and...!

                                     HENRY
                         Oh, g-g-goddamit, Hot Lips, resign
                         your ggodam c-commission!

   “It may sound like a cliché when someone who's up for an Academy Award says, "It's an honor just to be nominated," but it really is an incredible honor. Yes, it's true that the coolest thing is doing the work, being on the set, having a part you can sink your teeth into, and 5 am burritos and doughnuts at craft services or hanging out in the makeup trailer. But being nominated is amazing because it's your peers' acknowledgment of your work. That's humbling!”
   Sally lost to Helen Hayes for “Airport,” which quite frankly, I thought was a rather bland performance.
   1971 was the year that Goldie Hawn got so freaked out announcing that George C Scott won Best Actor for “Patton,” after he famously refused to accept it, citing a dislike of the voting process and the concept of acting competitions. (He was the first actor to refuse the Academy Award for Best Actor, having warned the academy months in advance that he would refuse it on philosophical grounds (if he won). Scott believed that every dramatic performance was unique and could not be compared to others. "The whole thing is a goddamn meat parade. I don't want any part of it." is how he put it at one point).
   They gave it to him anyway.
   “MASH” won the Palme d'Or at the 1970 Cannes Film Festival. It was nominated for Best Picture (lost to Patton), Best Director (lost to Patton), Best Supporting Actress, and Best Film Editing (lost to Patton), and won the Oscar for its screenplay.
   The film won the Golden Globe Award for Best Motion Picture (Musical or Comedy) in 1971.
   “MASH" was the 38th film to be released to the home video market when 20th Century Fox licensed fifty motion pictures from their library to Magnetic Video.
   In 1996, “MASH” was deemed "culturally significant" by the Library of Congress and was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry.
   It is #17 on Bravo's "100 Funniest Movies" and #54 on AFI's list of the top 100 American movies of all time.
   And you can thank, in a large part, Sally Kellerman for that.  
   After Sally finished work on MASH, and it was released in January, and after a brief return to Bonanza, Sally married “Starsky & Hutch” producer Rick Edelstein on December 17th, 1970.
   Next she went on to make “Brewster McCloud,” another Altman film, starring MASH alumni Bud Cort (who the following year would go on to make the classic Hal Ashby film “Harold and Maude”) and Shelley Duvall. The movie concerns a young recluse (Bud) who lives in a fallout shelter in the Houston Astrodome, where he is building a pair of wings so he can fly. He is aided by his sexy "fairy godmother," played by Sally.
   "I think he just made up my part because he wanted to work together. I loved it. He gave me wing scars and let me sing 'Rock-a-bye Baby' to Bud. I stopped people on the road to tell them about Bob and how I loved Bob and how I’d do anything for Bob. And of course he took full advantage and he put me sitting naked in the fountain. To his credit it was a long lens and there was nobody in the streets and I was this bird, this fairy godmother. Why I did those things…"
   Next up, 1972‘s “Last of the Red Hot Lovers,” written by Neil Simon and directed by Gene Saks. The film stars Sally as the love interest of Alan Arkin, with Paula Prentiss and Renée Taylor as his other love interests, and Sandy Balson as his wife. The film was not well received.
   Except for Sally. She was wonderful. Here, let me prove it.
   It turns out that she and Edelstein didn’t get along very well, and they divorced on March 6th, 1972, citing irreconcilable differences.
    After the divorce Sally adopted her niece, Claire. Claire was the daughter of Kellerman's sister, Diana. When Diana moved to southern France, she left Claire in Sally’s care and that of Claire's father. When Claire's father died, Sally received full custody.
   Sally also turned down a part in “The Poseidon Adventure,” that year. I don’t know why. Perhaps she has something against upside down ships.
   I know I do.
   Fresh off his stint as Sonny Corleone in “The Godfather,” James Caan starred with Sally, Louise Lasser, and Peter Boyle in “Slither,” with Howard Zieff making his directorial debut. With a plot similar to “It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World,” “Slither,” is about the hunt for stolen cash that takes it’s protagonists across, or up and down the country. Sally plays a free spirt/psychotic girl... the best kind.
   1973 also saw Sally in the magical musical “Lost Horizon.” The film also stars Howard Beale, er, I mean Peter Finch, along with John Gielgud, Liv Ullmann, Michael York, George Kennedy, Olivia Hussey, James Shigeta and Charles Boyer.
   Here Sally talks to Johnny Carson about “Lost Horizon,” and “Slither.”
   To be perfectly honest, “Lost Horizon,” didn’t do very well. It was selected for inclusion in the book “The Fifty Worst Films of All Time,” and is listed in Golden Raspberry Award founder John Wilson's book “The Official Razzie Movie Guide” as one of The 100 Most Enjoyably Bad Movies Ever Made.
   Except for Sally. She was wonderful. Here’s a clip.
   I’ve been told that the film’s musical directors,  Burt Bacharach and Hal David, didn’t talk to each other for years after “Lost Horizon," was released.
   But Sally was great.
   Sally turned down a part in Altman’s “Nashville,” in 1975. I don’t know why. Perhaps she has something against country and gospel music. I really know that I do.
   In 1976 Sally appeared in the ultimate disaster movie, “The Big Bus,” along with Stockard Channing, Joseph Bologna, “MASH” co-star René Auberjonois, future “Back to School,” co-star Ned Beatty, Padishah Emperor José Ferrer, the other half of “Harold and Maude,” Ruth Gordon, Harold Gould, Larry “Jeannie Slaver" Hagman, Howard “Johnny Fever” Hesseman, Richard  “Soap/Gen Custer” Mulligan, Lynn Redgrave, and Vic Tayback, in a story of the world’s first nuclear bus, and those who would wish to see it fail.
   Here’s a scene featuring Sally.
   76 also saw Sally playing a lonely real estate agent in “Welcome to L.A.”
   And Sally sings, here in a 1977 performance.  
   She appeared in 12 episodes of “Centennial,” a television mini-series that aired on NBC from October of 1978 to February of 1979. It was based on the novel of the same name by James A. Michener.  The series was one of the longest (26½ hours, including commercials) and most ambitious television projects ever attempted. The show had something to do with Colorado, I believe.
   Here’s a clip (you can go ahead and scoot on up to the 7:20 mark for Sally).
   In 1979 Sally played mother to a very young Diane Lane (who was like 13 or 14 when this was made, her first movie. Boy, did she grow up well. Now she’s Superman’s mom) in a film I just recently discovered, much to my delight, “A Little Romance,” a George Roy Hill (“Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid,” “The Sting”) joint, also starring Highway Patroller Broderick Crawford, Arthur Hill, and Sir Laurence Olivier, who was 72 at the time. “A Little Romance” was sandwiched in between his “The Boys from Brazil,” and “Dracula.”
   February of 1980 saw the release of “Foxes,” with Sally playing the mother of teen Jodie Foster. The film told the tale of teenage sex and drugs and... well, enough said.
   “God help us if many American teen-agers are like the ones in this movie but God love them, for that matter, for surviving in the teen-age subculture of Los Angeles. “Foxes” is a movie about four teen-age girls who live in the San Fernando Valley, who come from broken or unhappy homes, who are surrounded by a teen-age subculture of sex, dope, booze, and rock and roll ... and who aren't bad kids, not really... The movie's a rare attempt to provide a portrait of the way teenagers really do live today in some suburban cultures.” Roger Ebert
   “Foxes,” marks the debut of both the director, Adrian Lyne, who would go on to make movies  like “Fatal Attraction,” “9 1/2 Weeks,” “Flashdance,” “Indecent Proposal,” “Jacob's Ladder,” and “Unfaithful,” and Runaway front woman Cherie Currie in her first cinematic performance. Plus, there’s the release of Donna Summer’s hit “On the Radio,” in this film.  
   It is said that Jodie took a little break from her burgeoning career after “Foxes,” for four years to study animal husbandry at Yale University, specializing in young sheep. And that’s true if you don’t count “Carny” (1980),  “O'Hara's Wife” (1982), and “Svengali” (1983).
   On May 11th, 1980, Kellerman married movie producer Jonathan D. Krane in a private ceremony at actress Jennifer Jones' Malibu home. I was in the navy at the time, in the middle of the mighty Pacific, and therefore not invited.
    In 1989, they adopted newborn twins Jack and Hannah.
   Speaking of the eighties, Sally starred with stand up comic Rodney “I don’t get no respect”  Dangerfield, in 1985‘s “Back to School.”
   Sally denigrates herself by summing up her career in two movies, saying in interviews (here she is promoting her 2009 jazz and blues album, “Sally") that “MASH,” and “Back to School,” were her only real successes. Well, that’s just wrong. As we’ve discovered, Sally has participated in literally hundreds of worthwhile and praiseworthy projects throughout her entire working life. As a matter of fact she is one of the rare actresses (or actors) who by simply being in a film makes it better.
   “Back to School,” concerns itself with a wealthy but uneducated father (Rodney) who goes to college to show support his discouraged son who wants to drop out. Rodney wins over a lovely English professor, (Sally) on the way to learning that money can't buy everything.
   I just watched this movie again the other night, and had forgotten Robert Downy Jr, fresh off of an unsuccessful stint on “Saturday Night Live,” is in the cast. And one of my favorite authors, Kurt Vonnegut Jr., makes a cameo appearance as Rodney’s tutor, teaching him about Kurt Vonnegut, which is just wonderful.
             
              (Rodney on the phone,
              after his Vonnegut paper
              gets an “F")
           And another thing, Vonnegut.
           I'm going to stop payment
           on the check.
           What's that? Fuck me?
           Kurt, do you read lips?
           Fuck you!

   “Back to School,” was a financial and critical success, making $91,258,274.23 in it’s initial run ($41,948,000 in rentals), on a budget of $11 million. That’s pretty good... for a movie.
   Sally followed up 'Back to School,” with “Meatballs III, Summer Job,” playing the ghost of a porn star denied entrance into the afterlife, and given the task of helping Patrick Dempsey lose his virginity.
   Is she successful? You’ll have to see the movie!
   Sally has continuously worked in television and film since, including “Three for the Road,” with Charley Sheen (1987), and “All's Fair,” with George Segal (1989). 1992 saw the fourth collaboration between Sally and Altman in “The Player,” where she appeared as herself. “Doppelganger,” with Drew Barrymore in 1993, “Murder, She Wrote,” with Angela Lansbury (1993). She was reunited with Donald Sutherland, along with Lolita Davidovich and Brendan Fraser in 1993's “Younger and Younger,” with Robert Altman again in “Ready to Wear” (1994), “The Naked Truth,” with Téa Leoni (1996), “Gun,” with Daryl Hannah, Jennifer Tilly, and Sean Young (1997), twice on “Diagnosis Murder,” playing two different people (she must have a thing for Dick Van Dyke, but then, who doesn’t), “Columbo,” with Peter Falk (1998), “Boynton Beach Club,” with Alice, er, I mean, Dyan Cannon, and Sally’s Big Bus friend, Joseph Bologna (2005). She appeared with my friend Ernest Borgnine, and Micky Rooney in 2011's “Night Club.”  Her performance as a woman with Alzheimer's disease living in a retirement home won an Accolade Competition Award for Best Supporting Actress.
   Of course she appeared on, “Law and Order LA” (2011), everybody does. (I’ve even been on it, and I’m not an actor!) “Workaholics,” (2013), 10 episodes of “The Young and the Restless,” earning her a Daytime Emmy Award nomination for Outstanding Special Guest Performer in a Drama Series.  
   Most recently she’s been on five episodes of “Maron,” the last one, “Episode #4.5,” aired just last May... the 25th to be exact. She has the thankless task of playing Marc Maron’s mother, Toni.
   In 2013 Sally published “Read My Lips: Stories of a Hollywood Life.” It may be autobiographical in nature. I invite you to buy a copy as Sally worked really hard on it.
   No piece on Ms Kellerman, or anybody else for that matter, would be complete with an interview by McKayla & Shana.
   That said... Sally’s name in elvish is Eldárwen Elensar, which is good to know.
   Here is a link to the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce, Walk of Fame Committee, so you can write to them and gently suggest that Sally get her own star. Something like this perhaps: “Get your lazy freaking Hollywood asses and acts together and give Ms Kellerman her own God damn star as fast as possible, if not sooner, because she richly deserves it.” Something along those lines.
   It’s too late for this year, but perhaps in 2017 we can get this process started and done with.
   Lastly, everyone here at Joyce’s Take, and all of her fans across this country and around the world, wish Sally a wonderful birthday, and continued success and feelings of contentment for many years to come.
   Happy Birthday Sally!

“It hasn't been smooth or delightful every minute, there were lean years and rough years, but it's been exciting and good and I'm thrilled to be an actress and a singer and to have spent my life this way.”

“I hope to have some more cracks at some wonderful roles before I go to the Great Beyond.”

   So do I Sally. So do I.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Skid Row Diary 48





















14        December          2003              Sunday             Day 155


   “This conjunction of an immense military establishment and a large arms industry is new in the American experience. The total influence — economic, political, even spiritual — is felt in every city, every statehouse, every office of the federal government. We recognize the imperative need for this development. Yet we must not fail to comprehend its grave implications. Our toil, resources and livelihood are all involved; so is the very structure of our society. In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military–industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists, and will persist. We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. We should take nothing for granted. Only an alert and knowledgeable citizenry can compel the proper meshing of the huge industrial and military machinery of defense with our peaceful methods and goals so that security and liberty may prosper together.” -President Dwight D. Eisenhower, January 17, 1961

   Everybody is sick. With cold, flu, or plague. I confirmed this at lunch with John.
   “Everybody’s sick,” he said.
   I had gotten up just prier to coming down to lunch, so I didn’t have a great deal to say for myself.
   “I’m going to Pasadena,” I said, trying to break the tension.
   “It’s raining,” Mr. Olson said, who was sitting with us. Mr. Olson is of Japanese ancestry, a fellow vet who comes from Oregon. He’s been here 14 months and nobody’s bothered him about leaving yet.
   Oh, to be Japanese!
   “I know,” I said. “I’ll have to take my umbrella.”
   That issue successfully dealt with, I set about my task. I caught the 18 bus downtown, took the Red Line to Union Station, and leaped aboard the Gold Line. It took me right to the Park in Pasadena.
   Mr. Olson was right. It was raining. But not too hard. My umbrella defeated the sky’s attempt to pelt my pate with water traveling at 10 meters per second. I was able to traverse Central Park, and made my way to Barnes and Noble on Colorado Blvd.
   “The ultimate Potato Cookbook,” for Vera Monzano, John’s lovely mother. “The Complete Sherlock Holmes, Vol 1,” for John himself. “The Angels Within Us,” for my Rumanian angel, Aurica, and not a damn thing for McCree. He hadn’t even gotten me a birthday card, the miserable bastard. Nobody else did either though. Well, he’s just to miserable and pigheaded for a present. When he learns to get along with people more, well then we’ll see.
   I got a copy of “The Brothers Karamazov,” Dostoyevsky’s final novel (he died just four months after it’s publication), a complete Lord of the Rings trilogy in one book, for myself, and a copy of Maxim Magazine, with the lovely and talented Shannon Elizabeth on the cover, as well as the British edition of SFX.
   The SFX magazine would have arresting photos of nubile space bunnies within it, such as Xenia Seeberg, Jane Fonda, Rose Mcgowan, and Alyssa Milano. I got the magazine though for the investigative and well conceived articles.
   There was a nice picture of Laura Harris in there as well. She qualifies as a space bunny due to her role in Robert Rodriguez’s “The Faculty,” in which she played a role playing, aquatic, shape shifting alien, bent on world domination.
   Laura states that people now can conceivably live to up 140 years old, so she takes lots of vitamins.
   It’s good to plan ahead.  
   I returned to my room with all of my stuff. The rain had stopped trying to attack me by then.
   I wrote. The radio told me that American forces had captured Saddam Hussein alive, yesterday, just outside of his home town. He had been hiding in a shallow, grave like hole in the ground. He had a gun, but gave up without firing a shot.
   Everybody’s all excited that he was caught. I’m rather amazed that he allowed himself to be taken alive. Faced in his dilemma, dear reader, what would you do? It’s a hard thing to end one’s own life. I mean after a while you sort of get used to being alive, and no matter what trials and tribulations you may experience, it certainly is more comforting to remain alive rather than face the huge eternal uncertainty that is death.
   And it probably hurts to die as well.
   If our purpose in invading Iraq had been to topple Saddam, then that had been achieved months ago, and concluded yesterday. But that had not been out purpose. No we went there to find those pesky weapons of mass destruction that apparently had been a threat to us somehow.
   As of yet, no weapons of mass destruction. As of yet, no proven ties between Saddam Hussein and Al Qaeda.
   In my opinion Saddam should be torn apart very slowly, over a very long period of time, while being shown the evidence of his crimes, those committed in his name. But is America better off for having disposed him? Are the Iraqi people?
   No really. I want to know. Please tell me.
   There’s plenty more despots and mass murderers to be dealt with. Should the U.S. military be used to basically do Amnesty International’s job in other countries as well? An interesting question. Perhaps that would be a victory for global human rights. But probably not. The military is to clumsy to be of much use in that endeavor.
   Congress seems determined to enlarge the armed forces, despite resistance from the Pentagon. Got to keep that money going to Northrop Grumman, Lockheed Martin, Raytheon, General Dynamics, on and on, with our only conceivable military threat an increasing tendency toward authoritarian rule in Russia. But does might equal right as a foreign affairs policy?
   Of course it does!
   And delightedly so!
   Watch out Iran. We’re right next door.
   I watched the usual Sunday night shows. “The Simpsons,” “Malcolm in the Middle,” “Arrested Development,”  “The Ten Commandments.” I watched the last half of “Barton Fink.” I witnessed John Goodman steal the whole film. Then I went to sleep.
   I woke several hours later, coughing and hacking, and trying to catch my breath. When I calmed down I returned to sleep.
   Perchance to Dream I was in psychiatrist’s office, lying back on a recliner, telling her that I’d been having these strange dreams.
   “What kind of dreams Mr. Joyce?” she asked. I looked over at her and noticed she looked almost exactly like Famke Janssen, the lovely and talented Dutch actress, director, screenwriter and former fashion model.
   “It’s like I’m dreaming in chapters...”
   “Chapters? How so?”
   “It’s like a old time movie serial. In my dreams, this girl, who calls herself Maya, but is really the lovely and talented actress Suzanne Lloyd, is a carnival dancer, who keeps trying to lure me into a gymnasium, where Laura Harris turns into the giant, amphibious creature from outer space, who tries to turn me into her slave, but I escape...”
   “Interesting. Please, continue...”
   “Then Maya takes me to the roller coaster, where she tries to scare me to death.”
   “How could a simple roller coaster scare anyone to death, and why would she want to? You can see how silly and harmless this dream is...”
   “In the dream I have a heart condition that would allow me to die very quickly if I get to excited, like if I get too scared. And Maya works for Boeing.”
   “I see.”
   “I don’t think you’ll be able to help me.” And I got to leave, opening her office door only to see her secretary was Ms Lloyd. She smiled at me evilly. Terrified, I ran back into Ms Janssen’s  office and jumped out of the window. Fortunately her office was on the first floor, so I picked myself off and got back into the race, screaming into the night, as I heard Rod Serling say “They say a dream takes only a second or so, yet in that second, a man can live a lifetime. He can suffer and die, and who’s to say which is the greater reality? The one we know or the one in dreams? Between heaven, the sky, the earth, or in the...”
   “Shut the fuck up Rod!” I screamed.
   “Okay Rick.”
   And I kep running, never to be seen again...


15     December        Monday         Day 156


   I got up at 7:00 to meet Ron. We met in the cafeteria, and he watched me eat breakfast. At 7:30 we walked up to the clinic, arguing all of the way.
   “We was in Iraq because they had the capability to shoot missiles at us if they wanted to make them,” Ron maintained.
   “No we didn’t,” I said. “We were there because we were told Saddam Hussein already had weapons of mass destruction in his arsenal, just waiting to be used.”
   “No! Man, I’m telling ya Rick. Trust me. I saw it on Nightline!”
   This is another example of taking a position in reference to another position that is based on hearsay, anecdotal evidence, or one that is unsubstantially proven. It sounds good (sometimes... not in the above example), but has little truth or depth behind it.
   “We can’t go to war on the basis of what we think someone might do! For their perceived intentions.”
   “Well,we did!”
   He had me there.
   John was late opening the VFW office, so we talked to another benefits counselor.
   “VA unemployment? There is no such thing,” he told Ron, who, of course, insisted that there was.
   “A guy in my apartment building got it. He gets eight hundred and forty seven dollars a month. Are you sure?”
   “I’m positive. The VA does not pay veterans for being out of work. The only type of help your’re speaking about are compensation payments for service connected disabilities, or pensions. In order to be qualified for a pension you must be sixty percent disabled.”
   “And have served during a time of war?” I asked.
   “And have served during a time of war, yes.”
   “Are you sure,” Ron was still fishing.
   “Of course I’m sure. This is my job.”
   We went downstairs to find Sam, the CWT rep. He’s been gone for over a week now, and we hear he’s suffered a similar fate as my former case worker, Labren. He’s either flipped out, or relapsed.
   The ASAP desk lady referred us to Dr. Lo, who was handling Sam’s business for the time being.
   We told Dr. Lo that Sam had told us to see him about entering the CWT program. Lo said he’d check into it and get back to us.
   I walked to the housing trust office and sat around, waiting. I’ve smarted up recently, and have brought my writing materials with me, so when the phenomena of the time waiting while those who came after me were served first, would not be wasted.
   When I was the last one left, and could not possibly be ignored anymore, I was told to come back tomorrow to see if there was any openings. I was asking the desk lady about the new St. George Hotel, when Michael came up and asked me how much sober time I had, a question not easily answered. But I certainly had over six months abstinent from alcohol, which was what he actually wanted to know.
   He took me into the back office and gave me a brief interview, and I signed a few forms.
   “Oh, this wasn’t completed.” Michael was talking about the form my case manager had filled out, which he refused to complete, telling me I didn’t need it.
   “If they need further proof I’ll get a notarized letter,” he told me.
   What a dick.
   Michael told me to get it completed. He gave me a form that Labren had completed to show Johnson how it was done. I went and did this. Kenny Johnson’s door was open and he was in there eating peanut butter and crackers. I told him about getting a room, and probably moving in after the first, and gave him the form.
   “But you’re still working with Ms Sanchez, right?” he asked.
   “Oh yes. Very closely.”
   Both Johnson and Sanchez have been about as helpful as an audit from the I.R.S.
   I told him about Lo and CWT, and that I wanted to visit John Monzano and his mom in Camarillo over Christmas.
   “We don’t usually allow passes unless it concerns family reorientation.”
   “Well, they’re pretty much the only family I’ve got,” I told him. He told me to get back to him by the end of the week and he’d let me know.
   I stopped in my room a moment to see what Giselle was wearing, then returned to the trust office. I was the second to last person this time before Michael got back to me. He gave me a big file of papers to take to the Las Americas Hotel on 6th and Alameda. He told me it was a nice place.
   I ate lunch at the cafeteria. Rolled roast beef and mashed potatoes. Then back to ASAP. I was a lot busier than I wanted to be today.
   I received a 12 1/8 x 13 1/8 x 2 3/4 cardboard box from Odaga Corp at the post office.
   At last! Perhaps some news! After using the library computers for several hours I took my prize back to my room to discover what delights awaited within.
   Indeed, there was a letter, two in fact, written on the same piece of paper. One in Spanish and one in English... for gringos probably.
   This is what the one in English said to me:
   “Dear Richard [She calls me Richard] Surwillo: I would like to personally welcome you to my Fan Club. As an official member you will always be up to date with my professional projects as well as my personal life. Your support is very important to me. Thank you for becoming a member and I am sure you will get to know me better. Enclosed you will find:
                                                                      - My official biography
                                                                      - 1 Color picture 9 x 11, autographed
                                                                      - 1 Poster 11 x 17
   Remember you will find the club at http://www.odalysgarcia.org In the Fan Club you will find a contact section by E-mail, or you can also leave your message in (305) 460-2203. Your order number is _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.”
   I found the three items listed above. The biography was in Spanish, so I could not actually read it... however, I’ve been assured it’s official.
   I studied the two photographs carefully. It was her alright. No doubt about it. The smaller photograph was a picture I’d seen many times before. She was standing in a field of sparse, waist high shrubs, wearing a golden brown, leopard spotted, string bikini, her majestic dark hair swept back over her beautiful shoulders, adorned in a flesh colored headband, hands subtly placed at her lovely waist, deep dark eyes looking directly at the camera, peering through into the inner reaches of one’s soul.
   “With love from Odalys to Rick my #1 fan” was written along the left side, in a colum, the words stacked on top of each other in a strenuously seductive manner.
   This picture, and the letters, are my most prized possessions.
   The larger poster was of Odalys wearing a dark blue, almost black, leather top, very low cut (If I didn’t know better I’d say she was intentionally trying to emphasize her ample breasts and body), and a bikini bottom made of square and triangular bits of gold metal on leather, with blue stones. Her hair styled in long ringlets, falling delicately about her soft, reassuring shoulders. She stood before a wall of blue tile, and once again, was looking straight at me, her full lips slightly parted, as if she were about to say, “Come to me Rick. I need you now.”
   I checked the picture thoroughly to make sure she was all there. When satisfied, I continued on to the the last, unexpected item.
   The letter was dated December 1st, 2003, and hand written in English, which was most useful.
   “Hello Richard.
   Thank you for your
   concern. I am fine.
   My neck hurts sometimes
   But I am okay now
   I am sorry for the time
   but I have a lot of letters
   regarding the same. It’s nice
   to know my fans care.
   Thank you again
                   Odalys”
   The letter was written on a single piece of blank white paper, very similar to the paper I use to write. I’m hard pressed to find any difference in fact.
   Well. I never expected a personal reply. See what a little cash can do. Especially with women. Before I had actually joined the fan club I had sent two letters a week asking of her condition with no results. As soon as open my wallet a little, bamm! Instant gratification.
   I’m joking of course.
   Odalys, it was very sweet of you to write to me. I will stop bothering you with more letters now, and am very glad and relieved that you are not hurt too badly, but I would like to know a little more of the circumstances surrounding the actual accident. After all, it happened on my home turf. Once again, the next time your in town, call me (you have my number). I’ll be happy to drive you around.
   I wrote, then marveled at Nicole Kidman’s butt in “The Birthday Girl,” and then Kubrick’s “Lolita.” 
   Then to sleep, where I met Odalys in my dreams.
   And we danced the night away.


16      December     Tuesday         Day 157


   I got up late, 10:00 or so. I showered and left the building. I couldn’t get outside without doing so.
   I walked east on 6th Street to Alameda and the Las Americas Hotel.
   A nondescript, brick building, which stands next to a garlic and ginger wholesale outlet, the smell of the two substances permeating the area surrounding the entrance to the building on 6th.
   If I indeed move in here, at least I won’t have to worry about vampires anymore.
   Inside, a young, black gentleman gave me an application to fill out. I sat at a table in the small day room and did just that, filling it out as best as I could. I had forgotten to bring my address book with me, so I told the man at the front desk that I would leave, taking the form with me to be returned later.
   “When will you be back,” he asked.
   “Oh, sometime this afternoon,” I told him.
   He also gave me a form that was to be stamped by DPSS.
   I didn’t want to come back today. I didn’t want to go to the DPSS office. All I really wanted to do was have some fun. And I had a feeling I wasn’t the only one.
   And I wanted to watch “The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring, extended version,” which I had found at the library, as preparation to watching “The Lord of the Rings, The Return of the King,” tomorrow. But I would wind up spending 3 hours at DPSS, and returning to the hotel.
   But first I walked back to the Weingart for lunch. I showed my Spanish letter from Odalys to the maid, who was suitably impressed. I am now looked up to with awe and respect by the Weingart house service staff.
   I arrived at the DPSS office on 4th Pl, at 12:15, and checked in at Window 7 at 12:20. I have proof of this. I sat down in the large waiting area, as instructed, and began to wait to see my new DPSS case worker, for my name to be called. Fortunately I had brought my notebook and was able to write while waiting.
   An hour and fifty minutes later I was still waiting and writing.
   “Should I be concerned that I haven’t been called yet?” I asked the customer service lady.
   “Not really. Lunch is from eleven thirty to two o’clock, so your worker might just be getting back.”
   I had the Window 7 lady call my worker anyway.
   “Who did you see?” she asked.
   “Who? I haven’t seen anybody yet. I’ve been sitting and waiting to hear my name called.”
   “It says here on the computer that someone has already seen you. You haven’t seen anybody?”
   “No! I sure haven’t.”
   She called someone over and spoke briefly to them.
   “Take a seat. You’re name will be called,” she told me. That was at 2:10.
   At 3:08 I returned to the customer service desk and asked for my worker to be called again. This was done.
   “What do you want?” my worker asked, via the customer service lady.
   “I need this form stamped, and I want to know why I was shorted twenty three dollars on my check last month.”
   “That information cannot be given out today. Come back tomorrow at ten o’clock!” The customer service lady hung up the phone. Apparently my case worker was too busy to hear my reply.
   “I can’t come back tomorrow. It will have to be Thursday.”
   The customer service lady called my case worker again.
   “Come back Thursday at ten o’clock.”
   The Las Americas Hotel is just south of DPSS on Alameda. I walked from 4th Pl to 6th St, and was back in garlic land.
   “I’m glad you came back,” the desk man said. “They were kind of mad at me that I let you take it.”
   “Really.”
   “Uh huh.”
   “Is it like a top secret application form that we’re hiding from the Russians, or something?”
   “Yes.”
   I returned to my lonely room and began watching “The Lord of the Rings, the Fellowship of the Ring,” the first film in the trilogy. I stopped at approximately 30 min into the movie to have spaghetti and meat sauce in the cafeteria.
   Jackie Guerrido was off today, so I didn’t have to worry about the weather. I finished watching the tape near 9:00.
   Let me tell you about “The Lord of the Rings,” and it’s prequel “The Hobbit.” They are four of my favorite books, and have been since I first read them in my late teens. I knew they would make a great live action movie, but the technology at the time did not exist to adequately produce them. Besides, I wasn’t, and still am not, a film director. I was and am an alcoholic and irresponsible person, so I shouldn’t be trusted to get this movie made.
   Some guy made an animated version of less than one half of the story in the late 70‘s, and never finished it
   If Peter Jackson hadn’t come along I would have had to stop drinking, and become a movie producer. However, he did and I didn’t. He made the film so I wouldn’t have to. That was exceptionally considerate of him as I’ve been very busy.
   Okay, when the first film came out in December of 2001, the 19th to be exact, I was supposed to have entered a residential alcohol treatment facility in Pasadena, Grandview, it was called. I had been staying at the bare bones homeless shelter, Union Station, which was keeping me until I got into Grandview. After having waited a month or so, I was given the okay to move in on the 17th. I knew there was a 30 day restriction period during which I would be confined to the premises. That would not do, not with the film opening just two days later.
   Reasonable, mature people would have entered the program and wait 30 days to see the movie. But that’s what a reasonable, mature person would have done, not me.
   I showed up in the morning of the 17th and made the mistake of paying them a first deposit, then told them I had to get some form filled out or something, left and got drunk in a park, then returned, and was dismissed from the program without really having entered it (and the assholes kept my money). Union Station was now closed to me, not sharing my enthusiasm for J.R.R. Tolkien. So I was really homeless at that point. Fortunately, I had a couple of hundred dollars saved from GR, which I quickly went through by staying in a motel on Colorado Blvd., near the City College.
   I was drinking hard liquor rather heavily, which presently I cannot process as I did back when I was a relatively young alcoholic, just starting out. Still, I was in desperate and pathetic shape.   
   I did see “The Lord of the Rings,” though. Several times. Or at least the first half of the film before I usually passed out.
   The first time I saw it I remember getting up to the mines of Moria, then waking up in the psychiatric ward in Huntington Memorial Hospital. I stayed there a day. I didn’t want to leave, but they threw me out as I had no insurance. They referred me to Harbor Light in downtown L.A., and paid a taxi to take me there. I got out of the taxi while still in Pasadena, borrowed some money from friends at Union Station (no small feat), borrowed a bottle of rum from Vons, and went to see “The Lord of the Rings,” again, with much the same result.
   New Year’s Eve was spent drinking stolen booze and sleeping in a very cramped space under an outside staircase across from the hospital. When it got too cold, and began to rain, I couldn’t sleep anymore. I asked the police to arrest me and take me to jail, but they were too busy for my nonsense, with the Rose Parade and all. I spent the night sitting in the emergency room.
   They gave me a warm blanket. A male nurse, Mike, gave me $5. The next day I began my journey to the downtown Harbor Light... and Skid Row.
   Last year was a bit better. “The Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers,” debuted on the 18th of December. I was staying at the Cecil Hotel near 7th and Main. I had recently quit my job doing customer service over the phone for parking violators. I was drinking an 18 pack of beer a day, which was much less detrimental to my physical and mental health than hard booze.
   I saw and enjoyed the movie at Citywalk, a tad hung over, suffering from low self esteem, and impending homelessness, my savings quickly disappearing.
   This year things are looking much better. I’m not drinking. My personal growth and self esteem are high. Depression is not an issue for me. I like what I’m writing. I have genuine interests that I believe are not egotistical, and the future looks as manageable as it ever can look.
   So far so good.
   The extended version of the first film I was watching today, I enjoyed very much. Cut out of the theatrical release due to time considerations, scenes that catered to the fans of the novels were included. The gifts of Galadriel to the Fellowship, and Gandalf’s frustration at not being able to open the door at Moria, which I especially enjoyed. New music was written for the scenes, and I think, all things considered and included, it all makes for a better (and longer) movie.
   I meditated after watching it, then went to bed and dreamed I was at a Hobbit dinner party along with Liv Tyler, Cate Blanchett, Miranda Otto, Enya, Sarah Mcleod, and Annie Lennox.
   We were at Bilbo Baggins 111th birthday party with 144 Hobbits of the Baggins’ acquaintance. The strange wizard Gandalf  had provided a fireworks show earlier. Now Bilbo took to the stage.
   “I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.”
   Then he disappeared and the adventure began.   
  

Friday, January 8, 2016

Happy Birthday Sarah Polley!
























The've got only one guy who comes back from the dead. We've got millions". On her film “Dawn of the Dead” going up against Mel Gibson's “The Passion of the Christ” head-to-head at the box office

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Picture Legend:

1. Sarah
2. CN Tower
3. Mother Diane
4. Sarah and Michael
5. My favorite picture of her
6. Harry Gulkin in later years
7. In “The Adventures of Baron Munchausen”
8. In “Ramona”
9. In “Road to Avonlea”
10. Another favorite picture
11. With Bilbo...er, Ian Holm in “The Sweet Hereafter”
12. “Go”
13. In “No Such Thing”
14. in “My Life Without Me”
15. Carrying home one of those Genie Awards
16. In “Dawn of the Dead”
17. “The Secret Life of Words”
18. In “Beowulf & Grendel”
19. “Mr Nobody”
20. With Delphine Chanéac in “Splice”
21. On the set of “ Stories We Tell”
22. Ms Polley

   It is my great pleasure and honor to give a great big Joyce’s Take happy birthday shout out to one of my favorite actresses and film directors, Ms Sarah Polley!
   Sarah is a Snowback, being born as a small tiny female infant, at a very early age, in the city of Toronto (43° 42′ 0″ N, 79° 24′ 0″ W 43.7, -79.4), which is the capital of the province of Ontario, which is in the country of Canada, which lies just north of us. Some of you may have heard of it.
   Toronto is the most populous city in the entire country of Canada! A lot of people live there as well.
   Toronto is well known for its many skyscrapers and high-rise buildings, Wikipedia tells us that one of those structures is the CN Tower, which is now the 3rd tallest tower in the world and remains the tallest free-standing structure in the Western Hemisphere. Imagine that!
   Sarah’s ancestry is rather complicated. Her mom,  Diane Elizabeth MacMillan, was an actress (Anne of Green Gables, Street Legal, Anne of Avonlea), and Michael Polley, also an actor and stunt man, who became an insurance agent after he and Diane began a family.
   Sarah was the youngest of four children, Mark, Joanna, Susy, and John. These little bra... kids,  kept teasing Sarah because she didn’t look like Michael. What their little points and implications  were I have no idea.
   Unfortunately, Sarah lost her mother to cancer two days after her 11th birthday. She was 55 years old.
   "And I had, until I was 11 years old, a mother who made me feel like life was really exciting, that the world was really exciting. That she loved us. That she could find joy even when life had been tragic — and that's so much more than most people get. I feel incredibly grateful for that.”
   I lost my own father at about the age of 11. He was 46.
     It wasn’t until Sarah was 27 that she discovered her biological father was not the man who had raised her as his own, but actually Harry Gulkin, a film and theater producer (“Lies My Father Told Me") from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, with whom her mother had had an affair
   "To be honest, I don't see what the point would have been [of] telling me when I was a child about this," Polley tells NPR’s Terry Gross. "I mean, I was growing up as a member of the Polley family and I was very much a part of that family, and I'm not sure what the point would have been in adding all this confusion."
   Knowing her true parentage landed her in bed for two weeks, ill with a long fever. "My body went into shock and sickness, and every time I've gone to Montreal since then, I get really sick," she said. "I think it's a lot to absorb and kinda difficult."
   "I was sort of, at that stage, filled with regret that I had ever investigated this at all, and felt enormously guilty in a way that almost sank me. And it took a friend of mine to point out to me that by discovering this information, I hadn't actually created the situation — or, you know, done anything particularly wrong. But it was hard to come to terms with that because I felt that I was in possession of information that would be really traumatic and hurtful for him and would destroy him.
   "And so I just told him as honestly and clearly as I could, and then was completely staggered and stunned by his response to it, which was so full of compassion for my mother and gentleness and graciousness. In a way, his response to this information was for me what made it a really interesting story. I didn't think the story itself was particularly original, but I think it's very, very unusual for somebody to respond to something a lot of people would call 'betrayal' with a real, true understanding and empathy, and not place blame.
   "His first concern was that we not blame or judge my mother for this — and to candidly look at and communicate issues within the marriage that he was responsible for."
   Sarah followed on in the family business, taking to the Canadian stage as a child, and then appearing in Disney’s “ One Magic Christmas” when she was four.
   When I was four I probably didn’t know what up and down meant.
   She continued on appearing in TV movies or shows, appearing with her dad in Terry Gilliam’s 1988, “The Adventures of Baron Munchausen,” along with John Neville, Eric Idle, Jonathan Pryce, Oliver Reed, and Uma Thurman. According to some, the film concerned  "craziness of our awkwardly ordered society and the desire to escape it through whatever means possible."
   I’ll buy that.
   That year the eight year old was cast as Ramona Quimby in the television series “Ramona,” based on the American writer Beverly Cleary's books.   
   That lasted two years, and the very next year she gained national prominence in “Road to Avonlea,” a television series first broadcast in Canada January 7th, 1990 lasting until March 31st, 1996, and in the United States beginning on March 5, 1990 through January of 1997, via Walt Disney’s company.
   Their were a lot of familiar actors that appeared on the show during it’s run, including, but not limited to Christopher Lloyd, Christopher Reeve, Diana Rigg, Dianne Wiest, Eugene Levy, Faye Dunaway, Maureen Stapleton, Meg Tilly, Michael York, Ned Beatty, Peter Coyote, Ryan Gosling, Treat Williams, Stockard Channing, and Diane Elizabeth MacMillan Polley, Sarah’s mom.
   The series made her famous and financially independent, so she never had to go to school, learning of the world at night and on weekends in back alleys, smoke filled pool halls, and barrooms .
   She was hailed as "Canada's Sweetheart" by the media, which is always doing stuff like that.
    At the tender age of 12 (around 1991), Sarah attended an awards ceremony while wearing a peace sign to protest the first Gulf War, George H.W. Bush’s war about oil. Disney executives saw it and asked her to remove it, and she told them basically to go _ _ _ _ themselves with an extra large and unnaturally wide broomstick. Naturally this soured her relationship with Disney, though she continued on “Road to Avonlea” until 1994, when she had to go back to work.
   Disney has blacklisted her ever since making them huge _ _ _ holes.
   In 1994 Sarah had surgery to correct scoliosis, a condition that bends the spine in sort of an “S” shape, which really sucks. I’m glad she got that taken care of.
   Sarah next appeared as Lilly for 13 episodes of the Canadian television show “Straight Up," the show was critically acclaimed as it tackled the unusual scenario of the gritty problems of teenagers living in an urban environment. She won the Gemini Award for Best Performance in a Children's or Youth Program or Series for her work.
   Sarah was always a precocious child, and in 1996 she gave a nomination speech for Kormos at the Ontario New Democratic Party leadership convention. After his death in 2013, she called that the "proudest moment in my life."
   Not being familiar with Canadian politics I looked up Kormos on the Internet machine and discovered that Kormos or Kormoz is the spiritual devil of the Altaic people.
   I’m sorry he passed. I didn’t even know he was sick.
   I don’t mean to make light of Sarah’s proudest moment. My point here is that she was always politically active, to the point few of us would go.
   The year before, she lost two back teeth after being struck by a riot police officer during a protest against the Provincial Progressive Conservative government of Mike Harris in Queen's Park in Toronto. She must have been really motivated, and that must have really hurt.
   It was around this time, 1996, Sarah met the Canadian film editor David Wharnsby, and the two hit it off, and began hanging out together. Sex may have been involved, as seven years later the two married.
   She and David both won 2004 Genie Awards, she for Best Performance by an Actress in a Leading Role for 2003‘s “My Life Without Me,” and David for Outstanding Achievement in Editing for “The Saddest Music in the World.”
   The pair divorced in 2008, and had no children.
   Back in 1997 Sarah got a big break professionally when she appeared with Ian Holm in “The Sweet Hereafter,” the story of a tragic accident and a law suit. Sarah played an aspiring songwriter who after a bus mishap became paralyzed from the waist down.
   "I was pretty uninterested in acting until I was about seventeen. I wanted to go to university and never think about acting again. I'd been very politically involved for a couple of years and I wanted a break, so I did “The Sweet Hereafter” in 1997. But I ended up completely falling in love with acting".
   She finally got a lot of attention here in the U.S. for that role, and was a favorite at Redford’s  Sundance Film Festival.
  Here's a clip of stills from the film, with Sarah singing the film’s title track.
   Her next films were 1998‘s apocalyptic Canadian black comedy, “Last Night,” and “Go,” the next year, the film were Sarah first came to my attention.
   A sort of drugged out crime/comedy, the film boasts a cast of Katie Holmes, William Fichtner, Jay Mohr, Taye Diggs, Melissa McCarthy, Marlon Brando, and Timothy Olyphant. Wikipedia whispers to me that the film was well received. Well I don’t know about that, but I do know it made some money grossing $28.4 million worldwide against a $6.5 million budget, which is a very good profit margin for a small film (that’s why they won’t stop making all of those “Paranormal Activity” films no matter how awful they become, because they make literally tons of money considering how much they cost to make).
   It also has the songs “Magic Carpet Ride,” and "Steal My Sunshine" in it, which makes my heart sing.
   That year she directed her first short film, “The Best Day of my Life,” for the On the Fly 4 Film Festival. She also made a second short film that year, “Don't Think Twice.”
   A guy named  Robert Allen Zimmerman would steal that title and jump back in time to 1962 and write a song using it... the sneaky bastard.
   You may not have know this but Sarah was Cameron Crowe’s first choice for the roll of Penny Lane (I know what you’re thinking. That would be a good name for a song as well) in his 2000 “Almost Famous,” a roll that went instead to Kate Hudson (and more than likely launching her career). Yet Cameron was sad, and considered canceling the whole thing because Sarah wanted to make “The Law of Enclosures,” back in Canada instead.
   “It is important to me to stay in Canada. I used to think it was because I thought it was important to build up an indigenous film industry - but now I realize I'm incapable of living anywhere else. I'm a real homebody.”
  Sarah’s a very smart lady. People tell her that all of the time. She uses words like “indigenous” in casual conversation when many others would use “national,” “home grown,” or “autochthonous.”
   She worked with “Zero Dark Thirty,” director Kathryn Bigelow, in 2000‘s “The Weight of Water,” with Elizabeth Hurley, Catherine McCormack, and Jeff Spicoli. 
   Now for those of you who concern yourselves with technical accuracy, “The Weight of Water,”  premiered at the 2000 Toronto International Film Festival, but it was not released in the United States until November 1st, 2002.
   And the molecular weight of water is 18.01528 g/mol.
   If you’re talking about anything else, well, it depends on how much water you have, now doesn’t it?
   She made her monster movie in 2001, “No Such Thing,” with two more of my favorite actresses, Helen Mirren and Julie Christie. 
   I watched “My Life Without Me,” last night, one of the next films she was involved with, and I’m a little sorry I did as it forced me to think, and I hate doing that, especially about mortality, mine or others. It concerns a young wife and mother who learns she is going to die soon. She makes a list, a bucket list as it were, of all the things she must accomplish before the end, and the bulk of the film deals with her achieving that end. It’s beautifully written and directed by Isabel Coixet, and just the words themselves can get one all misty. Sarah’s performance was not less than remarkable, and she certainly deserved the award shes holding onto in the picture above.
   Her style in this film, and all the others I’ve seen her in, is natural, and flowing. I often wonder how I would react when or if my doctor ever told me I was going to die in a relatively short time, and I believe Sarah showed me.
   “I think it takes a lot of focus and determination to stay in a relationship with film and acting that's productive and stimulating. Acting can be the most shallow, vapid things you can do with your life, but it can also be one of the most profound experiences in the world. Even my experience acting as a child is something I'm very ambiguous about. I'm not sure it was the best way for me to spend my time. But at the same time, I probably wouldn't be where I am now without it. And I'm very happy with where I am now.”
   I saw Cate Blanchett’s performance in “Carol,” the night before I saw “My Life Without Me.” I love Cate, and she’s been nominated for many awards for her work in that movie. But I must say her acting, her style, is more calculated, more precise, which certainly works of course. Cate reminds me of my favorite... non-indigenous actor, Laurence Olivier. But Sarah reminds me more of my very favorite home grown actor, who was also very natural, very flowing and effective, Spencer Tracy. And  I always likes Spence best.
   “My Life Without Me” came out in 2003, and also starred Mark Ruffalo, the young actor who is currently making such a name for himself in films like “Foxcatcher,” and “Spotlight.”
   Zombies in 2004. Millions of them.
   Sarah likes zombies it seems. She lists her favorite zombie movies as 1932‘s “White Zombie,”  and George A. Romero's Living Dead films. All of them.
   Do I have a favorite zombie film. No. I have to admit I don’t understand zombies. The reason for the popularity of “The Walking Dead,” is beyond me, although I did like Brad Pitt’s “World War Z.” Now those were some bad ass zombies.
   And we’ve discussed zombies before, here, and here, going so far as to credit Monsanto, the multinational agrochemical and agricultural biotechnology corporation headquartered in Creve Coeur, Greater St. Louis, Missouri, for their creation (well, they have to come from somewhere, right?!).
   I also enjoyed 2004‘s “Dawn of the Dead,” a remake of Romero’s 1978 “Dawn of the Dead.” As far as zombie movies go, it was pretty good. I liked that Ving Rhames was in it, because I always feel safer and more secure when he’s around. And I liked that Sarah was in it as well, as it was extremely unusual to see her in an actual zombie movie.
   Why did she make it? I can think of several reasons. There’s no reason not to. She likes zombies. Ving Rhames is in it (Ving makes everyone feel safer and more secure). Money, and it was filmed Canada, and thus did not violate her raging agoraphobia. Oh yeah, and they used real zombies (which increased insurance expenditures, but for the sake of authenticity it was certainly worth it. See for your self here).
   Some critics liked it, some not so much, but again, it made a boat load of money in relation to what it cost to make and market. We’re talking $102.4 million against $26 million to produce. And that’s American dollars, none of the Hong Kong stuff. For the pure sweet hell of it let’s add another $26 million to distribute and advertise, making the total production cost almost exactly $52 Million dollars. That means that who ever made this film made a cool $50.4 million to pay taxes on, which is pretty cool.
   However the film received no Academy Award nominations. I know what you’re thinking. The Academy should have a zombie category. Perhaps in the future.
   Sarah teamed up again with Isabel Coixet, along with Tim Robbins and Julie Christie in 2005‘s “The Secret Life of Words.” I haven’t seen this movie yet, but look forward to soon. She was nominated as Best European Actress by the European Film Academy for her role as Hanna.
   2005 saw her as the witch Selma in “Beowulf & Grendel,” which may or may not have something to do with the epic Anglo-Saxon poem Beowulf. Pre “300,” Gerard Butler had the part of Beowulf, Ingvar Eggert Sigurðsson as Grendel.   
   William Arnold of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer writes, "The film's near-fatal flaw is its dialogue, which had to be invented wholesale from the Old English text. It alternates between sounding stagy and anachronistically hip – with more overuse of the F-word than any two Samuel L. Jackson movies.”
   Wow, I’ve got to see this film!
[on movie critics] "There are a few who are not nice and they say things that are harsh...but they always help me to become a better actor."
   The next year Sarah made her feature film directorial debut in “Away from Her,” which starred Julie Christie and Gordon Pinsent.
   Sarah said she was on the flight back from working on “No Such Thing,” in Iceland when she read the Alice Munro short story "The Bear Came Over the Mountain" in The New Yorker.
   If she said that I certainly have no reason to doubt her.
   "I was so unbelievably moved by the story. I had just finished working with Julie Christie, and as I read, I kept seeing Julie's face in the character of Fiona."
   "I am certainly not one of those people who reflectively thinks about adapting stories; I just want to leave the things I love alone. But this fascinated me. I read the story and I saw the film and I knew what the film was."
   I have to own up to being one of those people who reflectively thinks about adapting stories, but I strive one day to achieve the purity of consciousness and heart that envelopes Sarah so effortlessly, and I”m completely sincere when I say this.
   Maybe one day.
   The film received universal acclaim from critics, which is never a bad thing. The movie review  aggregator Rotten Tomatoes, which collects different reviews from many sources and aggregates them, listed “Away from Her,” as the best film of 2007, with 95% of critics giving the movie positive notices, based on 128 reviews. I agree. 
   For any director, that’s pretty good, but on your first try, that’s simply amazing. And not easy.
   “I think that what a lot of first-time filmmakers don't realize is that they are the least experienced person on that set. Everybody else has been doing their job for years, so the whole act of playing the filmmaker, playing the person in command, is a charade.”
   The film was nominated for eight Genie Awards, and won seven out of eight categories for which it was nominated, including Best Motion Picture, Best Director, Best Actor (Pinsent), Best Actress (Christie), Best Supporting Actress (Kristen Thomson), Best Adapted Screenplay and the Claude Jutra Award for best feature film by a first-time director.
   Sarah certainly has a lot of those Genie’s, doesn’t she.
   And here in the States she was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Adapted Screenplay.
   About that she said,  “I'm in total disbelief. I'm thrilled but kind of in shock too. It's been such a strange year and I'm bowled over by the life of the film. It's more than I could have ever hoped. This now adds a very surreal element to it.”
   On August 23rd, 2011 Sarah married Canadian law clerk David Sandomierski. They have two daughters, which will cause them immense trouble and joy throughout the years.
   In 2012 Sarah explored her family’s own secrets, including the situation with her father and herself in the documentary “Stories We Tell.”
   “I think that, for me, it was really important to not leave the construction of the film out. Because it's a film about storytelling, and how we tell stories and why we tell stories. I thought it was really important to include the process of making this film itself in the film. And some of that involves some rather unflattering and ruthless moments for me — like directing my dad when he's ... pouring his heart out, basically.
   You do get into this mode, I think, when you're telling a story — or certainly when you're making a film — where you can kind of lose your sense, or your barometer, for what's human or humane. And certainly I think there are a few moments in the film where I'm directing my dad, where I don't come off that well. But I certainly come off as somebody who's trying to tell a story above all else."
   Come, listen to her talk about this...
   Many thanks Ms Polley for letting me spend this little amount of time with you. All of us here at Joyce’s Take wish you and yours continued good health and fortune, and of course, a very Happy Birthday.

   "I think you have to keep your distance from mainstream Hollywood in order to be a normal human being. I mean, I work there, and I like being there, but I love having an anonymous life. I think there's definitely such a thing as being too famous.”