In their different ways, her contemporaries Gene Roddenberry and Rod Serling had the same attitude. She reportedly wanted Serling to write a movie script for Atlas Shrugged, the book being celebrated tonight, but he, reasonably enough, saw her as a sort of cult leader. For all her arrogance, she was unpretentious in many ways, admitting to a fondness for Mickey Spillane and Charlie’s Angels.
Speaking of 70s television, I notice that Lynda Carter, famous for playing Wonder Woman, went on to become something of a Troy McClure. Indeed, you may remember her from such (real) TV-movies as A Matter of Wife…and Death, When Friendship Kills, and She Woke Up Pregnant.
Combining video entertainment and political campaigns, we have the much-watched ranting speech by would-be county treasurer Phil Davison in Ohio, which, like the Joacquin Phoenix documentary, is a reminder that I may be turning into a fuddy-duddy who can no longer laugh at the mentally ill — if that’s his situation. I’m also not sure I should laugh when, for instance, the usually-dry campaign for state auditor of Massachusetts turns into a big-budget fight complete with campaign jingles. As Dave Whitney says, even the presidential candidates didn’t do that last time. Maybe something larger is at stake this time that isn’t immediately clear.
From the something-like-two-weeks-a-few-years-back when I was paying attention to cabaret singers, I seem to recall that Lynda Carter’s current career is as much focused on her singing as her acting (in awesomely titled TV movies or whatever else.)
I think I’d rather elect that nutter than the smug commentators.
The Phoenix thing was all a fake, according to Casey Affleck:
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