Category Archives: Tuesday Tribute

Phyllis Diller. Gone too soon!

You see how you suck? You suck in comparison to Phyllis.

Seriously. Wasn’t it just a little over a month ago that I posted about Phyllis for Tuesday Tribute’s Surprisingly Still Alive edition? And then yesterday, I was surprised to be surprised to hear of the older-than-toilets-that-flush comedian’s death. Today, instead of posting another tribute to Lady Frizzelda,  I’ll tell you about another time I paid tribute to her. A few years ago, I worked for Foot  Comedy Walking Tours, giving a tour about some famous women of San Francisco called Go West Young Woman!* I had stops for museum magnate Alma Spreckels, dancer Isadora Duncan, topless pioneer Carol Doda, a poisoned-rum-punch slinging bartender pirate by the name Pigeon-Toed Sal and, at The Purple Onion, the spot of her first stand-up routine (at the ridiculously young age of 38), I paid tribute to the old girl herself. Instead of just blathering on about Phyllis’s life, I decided to illustrate the fact that the fast-talking funny gal was famous for spewing out 12 punchlines in about a minute by forcing the tourists to read 12 classic Diller lines from a Foot-brand index card (such as “I put on a peekaboo blouse. He took a peek and booed.” and “Cleaning the house while your children are growing is like shoveling the walk while it’s still snowing.”). I had to encourage them, telling them not to worry…we’re all friends…no one was going to make fun of them…blah di blah di blah. I timed them. It usually took them about three minutes. I spent the next two minutes making fun of those tourists, telling them in great detail how much they suck in comparison to Phyllis Diller. And they still do, Phyllis. They still do.

*The tour is still there and still funny and fabulous, but someone else is giving it.

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Tuesday Tribute: Best Drinking Scene in a Teen Comedy

This scene from John Hughes’ Weird Science deserves a tribute for its epic greatness, but also because, since Gary’s pimp character would not pass modern PC standards, a scene like this would not be made today. So it’s not PC…does that mean that it can’t be EPIC? I don’t think so. Let’s remember one thing–Lisa is magic. She has magic powers. She uses them to outfit herself, Wyatt and Gary in the finest prom wear that the 80s had to offer, but instead of using those magic powers to go on a Ferris-Buelleresque tippy-tappy champagne and foie gras tour of only the cuntiest penthouses in the Chicago skyline, Lisa conjures up pink Cadillac so they can cruise to the South Side and drink Blind-Dog Bourbon at a blues bar straight out of a Jim Croce song. Privileged white boys? In the South Side of Chicago? Hilarity surely will ensue, right? Right. But it mostly comes from the common ground that Gary finds with the malakas at The Kandy Bar. And maybe that was what Lisa was trying to teach Gary. He wasn’t the first one to go crazy for a big set of titties. He wasn’t the only guy in the world to get kneed in the family jewels. It was not just him and Wyatt against the slushie-throwing (no, Glee did not invent that) Robert Downeys of the world. He was not alone. And perhaps that was Lisa’s magic. Or perhaps it’s just a funny scene in a funny movie. Either way, enjoy.

Extra Credit: Is it possible that the Kids in the Hall sketch “Mississippi Gary” was not based on Mississippi Fred McDowell, as previously thought, but on Gary’s un-PC pimp character? Discuss.

Tuesday Tribute: Ride, Sally, Ride!

When I was 9, my fourth-grade teacher said we could do a report on anyone in American history, so I picked five women: Dolly Madison, Betsy Ross, Martha Washington, Eleanor Roosevelt and Sally Ride. My mom definitely inspired the first three–she’s a Revolutionary War buff–but I picked the last two. I wrote my report from my mom’s set of encyclopedias (kids: “encyclopedias” are like the internet, only heavier and smelling more like a basement), and when it came to cover Sally Ride, I found…. nothing. I went to the library. Nothing. The high school library: nada.

This was before I knew to check periodicals, in which I could’ve found all that I needed about the first American woman in space, but instead, I had one piece of information: Sally Ride was the first American woman to go to space. Not enough for a report, so I think had to pick someone else. I say “think” because I don’t remember who I picked; whoever it was was probably not nearly as awesome as the first American woman in space. (And big ups to Valentina Tereshkova and Svetlana Savitskaya, who came before her. Two points on that: 1) The Soviets put TWO women in space before we got around to it. And 2) Is there a rule that, in order to be a woman in space, you have to have a fantastic name like Valentina, Svetlana, or Sally Ride?)

I turned in the report, decorated with an American flag on the front, and was bitterly disappointed that I couldn’t include Sally Ride. How on earth could a woman be an astronaut and the books not have ANY information about her? HOW?

Fortunately, in the intervening years we’ve had the internet, where you can get everything you need within a reasonable degree of accuracy. We’re not talking launching into orbit, after all; we’re talking just a general “who was she?” And even after thirty years, it turns out we didn’t know everything there was to know about her, because after she died yesterday at age 61, of pancreatic cancer, her family announced that since 1985, she’d been in a long-term relationship with Dr. Tam O’Shaugnessy, a woman. This news horrifies me to some extent: an American hero, who was my own hero for some time, didn’t want anyone to know she was in a loving relationship. By all accounts she was “intensely private,” and while I respect her decision and the difficulties coming out might have caused during her career, I’m so saddened that only in death can her love be celebrated. Other women get their marriage announcements in the NYTimes style section. Hers appeared in the obituaries.

Sally, I would’ve loved you anyway; we all would have. Thank you for your strength, bravery and your lifelong dedication to education (http://sallyridescience.com).

Because this is slumberpartymovies.com, I have to share a clip from the ill-timed but otherwise totally radical Spacecamp, in which Sally Ride is portrayed by Kate Capshaw. I don’t know if I ever watched it at a slumber party, but I know I was in love with Tate Donovan. I wanted to include the scene where John Glenn winks, but all I could find on youtube was the launch. (Watching this again: who the hell names a ship “Atlantis”? Why not name it “Titanic”?)

Tuesday Tribute: Surprisingly Still Alive Edition

Comedian and human Fraggle, Phyllis Diller, turns 95. That means that she has out-joked, out-hammed and out-laughed them all–except Rickles, who is still alive…out of spite. This video is a fitting tribute to our cackling queen of comedy because it makes us wish (oh how we wish) that Phyllis Diller had gotten that role in Spice World and Meatloaf had done voices for a straight-to-video animated flick. Happy Birthday, Old Spice!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGD7TNnDeSQ

Jeanie Gets Up

Today’s Tuesday Tribute is a bit late because I needed to do some video editing for Sunny Johnson who co-starred in Flashdance as Jeanie, the ice-skating waitress who ended up dancing with only her shins at Johnny C’s strip club after ruining her One Big Break. Sunny died of a burst blood vessel in her brain in 1984, just a year after her real life One Big Break of a movie came out. Sad! Tragic! And there’s nothing I can do about it. However, I can do something about the nearly as sad and tragic scene in Flashdance where Jeanie falls not once, but twice! (Oh god! Get up Jeanie!) Right. I can’t make that blood vessel unburst, but I can make Jeanie GET UP! And if I get some better video editing software for Christmas, I might just make her put her clothes back on, quit shin dancing at Zanzi-Bar and get back together with Richie. You’re Welcome.

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Andy Griffith RIP …. Slumber Party Style.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ywC-QrUC3s

Another very sad Tuesday Tribute as Andy Griffith has just died at the tender age of 86. I’m willing to bet that there was never a slumber party that featured a Matlock marathon (and if there were, I would not want to be at that party). But you just know that some slumber party somewhere put this comedic gem into the old dvd player. Spy Hard features Andy Griffith as a crazed general intent on ruling, or ruining, the world. This trailer actually acts as a tribute not just to Andy, but also the ridiculously funny, Leslie Nielson and Ray Charles in a brilliant cameo as the bus driver in the Speed bit. But the funniest line in this trailer goes to the late, great Pat Morita who says, “Well I like to wear loose fitting clothes, and I drive a 69 Pinto” with so much comedic brilliance, that he wins the “Aw…I can’t believe he’s dead!” award for most missed celebrity in the Spy Hard trailer. (No small feat, Morita!)

Now, I realize that General Rancor is not the role Andy wanted to be remembered for, but then again…maybe it was. … Uh…no. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t. My apologies to Mr. Griffith’s family.

Tuesday Tribute: Madeline Kahn and Gregory Hines

This week’s tribute is quick and brutally sad. Sadder than sad, bluer than blue, Lerlines, because the two gorgeous, hilarious, gorgeously hilarious, and hilariously gorgeous people in this classic Mel Brooks bit are no longer on this planet. I know! The abyss! The abyss! It is too wide! Don’t worry. I’ll cheer you up with a little ass after this.

Josephus and Empress Nympho

“Say When”
“8:30”

Get ready….

Here it is!

The Empress Ponders the Peen.

Boom!

Susan Tyrrell RIP

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Our first Tuesday Tribute is a sad one. Susan Tyrrell died at age 67. She was nominated for an Oscar for playing a drunk in Fat City with Stacy Keach and Jeff Bridges, and she was a bad ass who kept acting after losing both legs to a rare blood disease. Slumber Partiers might know her from Forbidden Zone (yeah, that’s Tattoo and the guy from Oingo Boingo…what of it?), or better yet from Cry Baby, where she can be seen out Iggy-Popping Iggy Pop. Nicely done, Susan.