Thursday, November 18, 2010

The "Aha!" moment when I first realized I wanted to be a writer

I'm killing two birds.  From time to time I present brief excerpts from the book I'm writing on growing up in the swingin' '60s in Southern California. Reader Tamara submitted a Friday question: "When did you first know that you were a "writer"?  So here's a way to combine both posts. 


We all had to take state aptitude tests. These were a series of tests intended to determine which career path might be best for you. One test was spatial relations. We’d see a folded house and be given four flat layouts. Which layout, when folded properly would match the house? Other than working for Ikea, how could this skill possibly help you? I think I finished in the 40th percentile.


Worse was mechanical reasoning. “If Gear A turned left and Gear B turned right, how does a steam engine work?” I had no fucking idea how to answer any of these questions. I placed in the 25th percentile. That has to be in the severely retarded range, doesn’t it? The apes in 2001: A SPACE ODDESSEY who pounded sticks on the ground had to score at least in the low 30’s.


The only test I excelled at was clerical proficiency. As fast as we could we had to copy down sequences of letters. I placed in the 78th percentile. So according to the State of California, my life’s calling was filing.


Thanks to Miss Harper for providing another option.


Miss Harper taught U.S. History. Instead of tests she would assign us several essay questions on Monday that had to be turned in on Friday. To answer the questions you needed to hear her lectures and read the chapters. Essay writing has never been my strength. I would slog through the material and vomit back as much as I could. My grade was usually B-.


One week I put off the assignment until the last night. Having worked at Wallichs that evening it was well after midnight before I tackled the essay. I didn’t have time to do all the reading so I padded the paper with a few jokes. If I was going to fail at least I’d do it spectacularly.


I got an A.


Miss Harper had little exclamation points after the jokes (no one knew from LOL in those days).


So the following week I sprinkled in more jokes.


Another A.


By week three I had stopped reading the textbook entirely. I just used the essay topics as springboards and wrote comedy monologues. I suspect the quality of the material was not that stellar but I was Richard Pryor compared to the twenty-five other explanations of the Monroe Doctrine.


I breezed through that course with an A and a light went off in my head – there’s gold in them thar hills. Writing comedy might just be a more lucrative skill than alphabetizing.


Thank you, Miss Harper, for being my first and maybe most important fan.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

trying to solve a 30 year mystery

There was a 1973 movie called THE LAST OF SHEILA. It was a murder mystery written by, of all people, Stephen Sondheim and Tony Perkins. More surprising, Tony was not in the movie and Stephen didn’t do the music. Producers really need to check out writers’ resumes.


Anyway, it was an intricate whodunit very well received. I didn’t see it. I was too busy that year watching SWITCHBLADE SISTERS, THEATER OF BLOOD, and Oscar favorite HELL UP IN HARLEM.


A bunch of years later I saw that Channel 2 was going to play it at 11:30 that Saturday night. I had just purchased a VCR so set the timer. This was in the early days of VCR. They weighed as much as a Kia, tapes were ¾ inch not ½ inch, they only recorded at one speed, and maximum length of tape was two hours.


But that was no problem. The movie was scheduled from 11:30 – 1:30. So I taped it and the next night my wife and I watched the movie and enjoyed it very much.


Until the end.


Stations dump a lot of extra commercials in the middle of the night. Who cares if a show runs a little long?


Us!!!


Right at the part where they’re just about to reveal the killer – and the tape ends. AAAAAA!!


The next few days we frantically called around to friends asking if they saw the movie and remembered who did it? Nobody did. Like I said, it was a very complicated screenplay. Thank you Stevie and Norman Bates. We finally gave up.


Several years later we were on vacation at a resort on St. Thomas. It was a rather rustic resort. Little huts, no phones, no TV’s, not even Wifi. You walked around at night with flashlights. Your evening entertainment was finding your hut after leaving the dining hall. I bet every morning the sun would come up and three couples who had given up were sleeping on the beach.


So one day we saw they were having movie night and the featured film was THE LAST OF SHEILA. We were ecstatic. Finally we were going to learn the murderer.


So we’re the first two people in the Activity Room. Another four sauntered in and the film began. Only one problem.


The film was dubbed into Spanish.


Neither of us spoke Spanish. Nor did any of the other couples. So they left. We stayed and tried to decipher what was going on. Not a chance.


And then about five years ago I was in New York at a play reading and there was Stephen Sondheim. He sat right next to my daughter Annie. During intermission I asked her to ask him who killed Sheila. She of course was mortified and refused. Curses! Thwarted again!


So my point: People ask me why I bother to maintain a blog, updating it every day, since it pays me nothing. Well, here’s one reason –


Who the fuck killed Sheila???!!!


Thank you.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Heading off to Seattle...

...to pay my respects to Dave Niehaus. I’ll be tweeting throughout the trip for those who follow me on Twitter. The Mariners are planning a public celebration of Dave's life on December 11th.  More details soon.  Last week I was interviewed on KJR radio in Seattle about Dave and that interview is now on line. Thanks to Mike Gastineau and 950 KJR.

See you in Seattle.

Shameless product placement in DAYS OF OUR LIVES

Saw this and just had to share.  Soap operas are never known for their subtlety, but holy shit!  This is ridiculous.  At least when Danny Thomas waxed poetic about Maxwell House coffee it was in the tag.  Thanks to friend-of-the-blog Jonathan E. for alerting me to this. 

An open letter to Woody Allen

Dear Woody,


I’ve been a long time admirer. For many years you were my role model. So much of what I know about comedy I learned from studying you. I owe you a tremendous debt of gratitude. I tell you this so you’ll understand that what I’m about to say comes from a place of deep personal and professional respect.


Take a break.


Stop making movies.


At least for now.


Please.


It’s time.


It really really is.


You’ve got an impressive body of work. You’ve won every award you're willing to accept. You’ll be 75 in one month. Relax. Take Soon-Yi to Disneyworld. Tour with a jazz band. Travel the world being honored. Guest star on HOT IN CLEVELAND. Teach film at NYU. Learn Origami. Coach the Knicks. Collect Pez dispensers. I don’t care. Just take an extended "hiatus" from making movies.


You remember Willie Mays at the end playing with the Mets, overweight and out of shape, stumbling around in the outfield. You recall Frank Sinatra at the end, toupee slipping off, hitting maybe one out of seven notes, needing cue cards to remember lyrics he had sung for forty years. Sylvester Stallone in the last six ROCKY movies. Cher singing hip hop. LIFE WITH LUCY.  You get the idea.


Well, this is fast becoming you. Your one-time impressive body of work is being diluted with each successive misfire. A great director once said that releasing a film is like delivering a child. If that’s the case, you’re Octomom.


Did I mention you are an idol of mine?  No one says you have to make four movies a year.


I happened to see your latest assembly line production, YOU WILL MEET A TALL DARK STRANGER. I feel silly even posting a SPOILER ALERT because every moment of this movie is a rehash of a similar scene you’ve already done three times. There are no surprises. Everyone does exactly what you expect them to do.


Example:  Anthony Hopkins is an old guy who fears his mortality so he dumps his longtime wife, whitens his teeth, begins eating healthy, and winds up falling in love with and marrying a young bimbo hooker. You already did this, much better with Sydney Pollack and his midlife crisis in HUSBANDS AND WIVES. I can’t imagine anybody reading this not being able to figure out exactly what happens. Did you even try to think of a fresher payoff? For either movie?


Woody, I saw the film on a Saturday night in Westwood a few weeks ago. The 8:00 showing. There were six people in the theater. So imagine what the boxoffice must've been like in Kansas. Tumbleweeds.


I see by the credits that the picture is in association with all these overseas companies and foreign producers. Clearly, you can no longer get U.S. financing. I mean, there’s only so long that gamblers will put money on the Pittsburgh Pirates. Doesn’t that tell you something? Now you can say you don’t care what the public thinks. You’re an artist. And that's fine but then who are you making these movies for? I’m sure the fine folks at Mediapro, Versatil Cinema, Gravier Productions, Antena 3 Films, Antena 3 Television, and Dippermouth (whoever the hell they all are) are very curious themselves.


Woody, you have nothing more to prove. Take your bow and move on to whatever new exciting chapter of your life you wish to pursue. Or just kick back and watch Animal Planet all day. You’ve earned that too. Trust me, we won’t feel cheated that there are no more paper-thin angst-ridden exercises starring really good actors set in cities we want to vacation in. We can just watch our DVD’s of CRIMES AND MISDEMEANORS and HANNAH AND HER SISTERS and be in awe all over again.


Thank you for your consideration. Again, the point here is to say you’ve done some remarkable work and should feel great about yourself. Your accomplishments are extraordinary. You’re Woody Allen. You shouldn’t have to go to Uzbekistan for financing. And trust me, you’re one more picture away from that. 

I imagine this will be a hotly debated topic in my comments section.  Lots of people taking your side, saying I have no right to criticize, comparing my feeble output to your far more significant one, pointing to specific movies they've liked recently, and that's fine (as long as they don't post as anonymous).  I just wonder, what if you waited until a really great idea -- a MANHATTAN or PURPLE ROSE OF CAIRO kind of idea -- came into your head?   Imagine how much better that movie might turn out if you were fresh and invigorated.   A new Woody Allen film used to be an event for me.  I'd wait for the opening with great anticipation.  I would love that again.  And I'm willing to wait. 


Have a happy holiday season.


Still your devoted admirer, even if it might not look like it,


Ken

Monday, November 15, 2010

Comedy 101 is back in session

You could probably sign up for an on-line course in sitcom story construction from the University of Phoenix or the DeVry Institute but those will cost you. I’m offering it for free but it means the sample show I use is ALMOST PERFECT and not GOOD TIMES. The choice is yours.

If you haven’t seen the episode I’m about to discuss, you can watch it here.

This was from the first season; probably show 16 or 17.

There were two factors we ideally tried to get into all of our stories: we wanted them to speak to the theme of the series, and we wanted them to be unique to our series.

The theme was: How could a young woman balance a career and a relationship when both were fulltime jobs?

Since Kim (Nancy Travis) and Mike (Kevin Kilner) worked in different arenas (she in television, he as an assistant DA), finding ways to tie them together in work-related stories was a challenge.

Often times, stories evolve. Someone pitches something, you bat it around in the room. It begins to change and eventually you land on something completely different but that becomes the story. In this case, during a staff brainstorming session someone thought, “What if Mike becomes a technical advisor? He’s on the set and wreaks havoc by making a ton of suggestions.” That seemed promising, but a little static. It’s just a guy standing off to the side. There was nothing funny for him to do. But we liked the area.

Someone then suggested, “Well, what if he was in the show? And he made suggestions.” This seemed intriguing. But we had established that Mike was not at all star struck and never envisioned himself an actor. Still, if we found a reason to justify it, he could be an extra. Maybe even have one line. Who wouldn’t want to say one line?

All of this was interesting but there was still no story. Sure, he could make suggestions, and Kim, as the show runner, would have to deal with them. It would create some tension between them, but it still didn’t feel strong enough.

The breakthrough came when someone suggested, “What if Kim had to direct the episode?” Eureka! And to make it even better, we decided it should be her first directing assignment. So there was more on the line.

Remember, the more your main character wants something, the better the story. And the harder you make it for them to achieve it, the better the story.

Having this be Kim’s first time added a level of nerves, inexperience with dealing with problems, and the need to prove herself. Plus, it created conflicted between her and Mike.

This fit perfectly into our theme. And it was a story they couldn’t do on GRACE UNDER FIRE.

So now we were ready to plot it out.

The logical first scene was in the office. The director for the show that begins tomorrow takes sick. Quick aside: when you have to come up with names, don’t spend all day. Use friends or family members. You’ll notice that the fallen director is named “Dave Niehaus”. He was my broadcasting partner in Seattle who just passed away last week.

We open the show with Rob coming in nervous about his script. This gives him an attitude for later when Mike proposes a lot of changes. When we first meet Rob in the pilot, he’s all wide-eyed. By this episode, he’s sitting off to the side grumbling and smoking.

The secretary comes in to deliver bad news. This was the second actress we used in this role. The first one, understandably, quit. It was the most thankless role ever devised. She comes in, delivers exposition, and leaves. The slang expression for giving exposition is “laying pipe” so we just named her Piper. After a few episodes the actress wanted out to pursue other things. Like I said, I couldn’t blame her. But we needed a person to perform that function. So the next time we made sure the secretary had a comic attitude. She relished giving bad news.

Now comes the question of who is going to direct the show? Gary is the only one who’s done it and we see that it traumatized him. This gave us a very funny run and also spelled out how difficult the task was. Kim decides to do it herself. Partly, she want to, and partly, there’s no one else.

Now we go to Kim’s house and she’s preparing. This is how I used to prepare when I first started directing. I’d use little plastic men and decide where to place my cameras. I didn’t get goofy with them like Kim but I didn’t star in a sitcom either. This also provided exposition for the audience on just what the scene was going to be. You try to hide all of that through jokes but especially in early scenes, you’re setting up a lot of things for later.

She appears very confident and then we do a quick flip to later that night and she’s having a panic attack. We call back Gary’s experience and milk a few more “Fat Man” laughs out of it, and show Mike being calming and supportive. He even offers to come to the set tomorrow. Remember, our task here is to find a way to get Mike in place. Kim is so grateful she suggests he be in the scene. We end with him practicing his line and get a glimpse that this might not have been a good idea.

Next we move on to the set. There was a big internal discussion of what Kim’s attitude should be. Should she be overwhelmed, still have residual nerves, snap at people because she’s under such pressure? We decided to make her confident and capable. This story aside, it is extremely difficult for women directors to get the respect they deserve. It’s still an “ole boys club” and women are unfairly placed at a disadvantage. The last thing we wanted to show was a woman director frazzled.

And having things go smoothly with Kim at the helm only benefited our story because you see that the ensuing problems are all Mike’s fault.

First thing he does is say his whole family back in Baltimore is excited; they’re going to have a party when the show airs, etc. The purpose: make it even more impossible for Kim to fire him. Guilt is a Catholic Priest’s and comedy writer’s best friend.

And now we have some fun. We tried to include every possible way an extra or one-line actor could kill a shot. I love Kevin in this show. He’s very funny and very real.

So the dilemma seemed clear. Kim has to maintain order. She has to prove herself. She’s on the clock. There’s a near mutiny. Her boyfriend is the cause of all of her problems but she can’t fire him. What does she do? Her career and relationship hang in the balance.

Hopefully, all the gags along the way are funny, but without the context of a good strong dramatic story, they’re just sketch bits.

For endings, we always try to come up with some twist; something you can’t predict. We’re more successful at times than others, but we try.

The script was assigned to George McGrath who did a great job. Technically, this was a very complicated show and we were lucky as hell to get Jeff Melman to direct it.

All the crew people you see standing around, those were our real crew members. Fortunately, none of them had lines, nor were they sleeping with any of us.

And finally, here’s what I remember most about this episode. We shot it in front of the audience but after they left (around 10:00 PM), Jeff had lots of pick-ups to get. He worked quickly and efficiently but the clock was approaching midnight. Everyone was beyond tired. Nancy asked how much longer he would need, and Jeff apologetically said, “About another hour.”

This was a crossroads moment.

Nancy, as the star, could have had a tantrum. The tension level would have shot through the roof. Anyone who’s been in the business for ten minutes has seen that.

But that’s not Nancy. She said, “Great. Let’s do it.” She became the cheerleader for everybody else. Her positive energy was infectious and they all blasted through the rest of the pick-ups. I don’t have to tell you how much the crew loved this girl. We talk about actors needing to “take responsibility as the star”. They set the tone. And when Nancy chose to be up and spirited, everyone else followed suit.

Okay. That’s all I have. Any questions? Alright. Read Chapter 7 by Friday!

And on a related note:  I'll be conducting another free teleseminar, answering your writing questions.  Did I mention it's free?  You can submit questions and sign up here.  

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Hanging out backstage

Pictured:  Director Jerry Zaks, Katey Sagal, Randy Newman. 

Last night the Levine brood went to see HARPS AND ANGELS, a new musical revue of Randy Newman songs at the Taper Forum in Los Angeles. For you LA readers, check it out. It’s quite great. One of the stars is Katey Sagal (a slight departure from SONS OF ANARCHY) so after the show we all went backstage to say hello. Even though I always feel like the ultimate groupie, I love going backstage.

One of my great thrills was meeting Barry Humphries (Dame Edna) last year thanks to his/her BFF, Tallulah Morehead.

I did have one very awkward backstage experience, though. There was a new Herb Gardner play starring Judd Hirsch I really wanted to see. At the time I think I was doing ALMOST PERFECT. Our casting director arranged for my wife and I to get Judd Hirsch’s house seats.

We arrive, settle in, and Judd’s assistant comes over and says Mr. Hirsch would like us to come backstage after the performance. We were delighted. We didn’t know Judd Hirsch but it was a chance to thank him for the tickets.

After the show we go backstage. The way this usually works is you wait and the actors eventually come out and greet you. The assistant spots us and tells us to follow her. She then leads us into Judd Hirsch’s dressing room. He sees us, and you could tell has no idea who we were. I think he was expecting someone else. But he didn’t want to be rude so he invites us in and acts as if he knew us.

Likewise, we didn’t want to offend him, so we pretend that we know him, too. For fifteen minutes we all chat as if we are long-long friends. I can’t begin to tell you how WEIRD it was. Finally, we say goodnight, and of course we all vow to get together again real soon. I owe him a call.

Fortunately, I do know Katey, and again, see this show if you get a chance. Everyone is wonderful in it. And boy, can that motorcycle chick sing!