Eight months hence Hollywood Elsewhere will celebrate 20 pounding years in this dog-eat-dog racket. (25 if you count the Mr. Showbiz, Reel.com and Moviepoopshot iterations.) But now is the time to pay respect to the bold and brave Sasha Stone, who’s been plugging away for more than 24 years. And who may treat ys all to a recollection of these 20 years of struggle.

Over the last several weeks I’ve somehow picked up on the notion that Nikki Haley is a sensible, non-wacko Republican.

But this afternoon the N.Y Post‘s Diana Glebova, filing about a town hall meeting in North Conway, New Hampshire, reported that Haley “affirmed that she would pardon Donald Trump for any alleged offenses he’s committed ‘in the interest of the country.'”

Nine-year-old questioner to Haley: “Chris Christie thinks you’re a flip-flopper on the Donald Trump issue, and honestly, I agree with him…you’re basically the new John Kerry. How can you change your opinion like that in just eight years, and will you pardon Donald Trump?”

Haley said she would pardon that fucking animal.

And that’s it — Haley has stated in so many words that she’s an enemy of decency and sanity. To hell with her. No more mild-mannered, “hey, she’s not so bad” Haley posts.

Shirley Knight passed three and a half years ago (4.22.20), and in my brief obit I wrote the following about a chat I had with her in ’15 or ’16:

“I spoke to Knight at a party four or five years ago. I told her I wished I could re-watch The Lie, a 1973 live-TV drama that was written by Ingmar Bergman and dealt with a stale upper-middle-class marriage. It was captured live and on videotape at the CBS Television Center on Beverly and Fairfax. Running 98 minutes, it aired on 4.24.73.

“Bergman’s Swedish teleplay, initially performed in ’70, was originally called Reservatet. The U.S. adaptation was directed by Alex Segal (no apparent relation). It wound up being nominated for five Emmy awards.

“Knight told me she’d never seen The Lie (captured on videotape but never re-broadcast), and didn’t know if it had been offered for rent or sale or anything. Apparently a cruddy-looking MUBI version was viewable not long ago.”

Last night I discovered a decent-looking, recently posted YouTube file of The Lie. It was only posted two months ago and has only been viewed 181 times as of today.

As far as Bergman-penned marital downers go, it’s excellent — okay, a little hesitant at first but it soon picks up steam, and the last 35 or 40 minutes are quite invasive and powerful.

Knight plays Anna, the well-tended, 30something wife of George Segal‘s Andrew, a moustachioed, slightly older architect. (In fact Knight and Segal were only born two years apart.) Anna and Andrew live a sedate but regimented and hollow life. Segal is vaguely unhappy about something he can’t put his finger on, and Anna is in the eighth year of an affair with Robert Culp, whom she was involved with before her marriage.

The Lie ends with a huge devastating argument between Anna and Andrew over infidelities and whatnot — a meltdown that leaves them both gutted.

The fact that The Lie included a discreet nude scene (i.e., Knight removing her nightgown, seen from the rear) was striking for mainstream television back then. Before the nude scene the presentation stops for a few seconds, and an announcer and a title card state that viewers should be aware that The Lie deals in mature subject matter, etc.

The costars include Victor Buono, William Daniels, Dean Jagger, Louise Lasser, Mary Ann Mobley, Elizabeth Wilson and Allan Arbus.
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It’s definitely worth seeing.

During a New Hampshire town hall meeting yesterday, Republican presidential contender Nikki Haley was asked about the fundamental cause of the Civil War. Right away she paused and turned and smiled nervously and indicated this was a tough question. In other words an alarm bell was going off in her head. Haley clearly decided right away that she didn’t want to offend any hard-right, states-rights bumblefucks in overalls with pieces of hay between their teeth, and so she omitted mentioning the world “slavery.”

Instead she blathered on and tap-danced like Fred Astaire, saying that the war was about “how the government was gonna run…the freedoms of what people could and couldn’t do“. Haley’s mention of “freedoms” couldn’t be interpreted as anything but an allusion to the mid-19th Century belief in the right to own slaves. Her questioner (possibly a Democratic party plant?) expressed surprise that she’d dodged the word “slavery” in her response, and Haley responded, “What do you want me to say about slavery?”

Today Haley tried to walk this awkard episode back by telling a New Hampshire interviewer, “Of course the Civil War was about slavery.”

But think about this. Before she answered yesterday Haley had calculated that saying the War Between the States was triggered by slavery — i.e., the alleged right of Southern plantation owners to own slaves and thereby save on labor costs — a boilerplate analysis that any third-grader would sagely agree with…Haley was actually afraid of angering any hard-right yokels who might still theoretically believe in the concept of slavery as a metaphor for states rights…imagine!

On 11.19.67, The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour featured the Smothers Brothers and George Segal singing Phil Ochs‘ “Draft Dodger Rag“.

WWII-era veterans and patriots were presumably outraged that a folk song about weaselling out of the draft was being performed on a major network in prime time.

Segal’s most recent film, The St. Valentine’s Day Massacre from director Roger Corman, had opened on 6.30.67.

The first truly good film in which Segal starred, Irvin Kershner‘s Loving, wouldn’t be seen for another two and one-third years.

Cream‘s “Disreali Gears” had been released two and a half weeks before this broadcast (11.2.67).

The Chicago debut of Martin Scorsese‘s Who’s That Knocking On My Door had happened four days earlier (11.15.67) and Mike Nichols‘ The Graduate would be released roughly a month later (12.21.67).

Two days after this performance, on 11.21.67, Gen. William Westmoreland told the National Press Club in Washington, “I am absolutely certain that whereas in 1965 the enemy was winning, today he is certainly losing…we have reached an important point…when the end begins to come into view.”

Posted earlier today by Paul Schrader. Here’s hoping the Sight & Sound Stalinists see it…

If you’re unfortunately tethered to an unhappy and dysfunctional family and can barely stand your siblings during holiday gatherings, you can at least take comfort in the fact that the battling O’Neals were always worse off.

The father of all this misery, of course, was the late Ryan O’Neal, who apparently insisted on disliking his children, never apologizing and blowing them off repeatedly.

Posted early today by the N.Y. Post’s Dana Kennedy: