MATCHING TWITS

Unlike 85,000 of my fellow New Yorkers, I stayed home last night to watch television instead of going to Central Park for the free concert by the Dave Mathews Band (scroll down for a video clip). I also missed the live Webcast of the concert (here's the setlist), because I was busy clicking between the season premiere of "The West Wing" and the debate among five of the candidates for governor in the California recall election, (here's a video clip). That was followed by so-called political analysis.

The most insightful remark in the matching of twits came from the debate's moderator -- "Ladies and gentlemen, this is not Comedy Central" -- as he tried and failed to put a halt to one more of the many practiced quips that dropped like marbles from Arnold Schwarzenegger's mittle-european lips. The biggest disappointment was the absence of John Goodman, who made his debut on "The West Wing" as the conservative Republican speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives who has temporarily replaced President Josiah Bartlett. Goodman would have lent true executive presence to the debate, given what even an unhappy Bartlett staffer conceded was his "presidential" aura.

But for avoiding direct answers to specific questions and for talking past, over and under each other, the candidates were no match for the political commentators on MSNBC who followed the debate with a squawking contest that sounded like the birdhouse at the Bronx Zoo. Led by blond bombshell Chris Matthews, the "analysis" featured two ex-governors -- a red-shirted baldie, Jesse Ventura, of Minnesota, and a sun-burned baldie, Jerry Brown, of California -- along with a rightwing banshee, Bob Dornan, and other assorted species of experts. None of them, with the possible exception of Brown, said anything more enlightening than the candidates themselves.

Needless to say, making sense was not the point of the debate or the analysis, despite comments I've seen claiming that Schwarenegger shined, or at a minimum did not tarnish himself; that Cruz Bustamante had more presence than people counted on, let alone a voice made for radio; that Arianne Huffington offered high-minded comic relief; that Tom McClintock held out for stiff-necked righteousness, as expected; and that Peter Camejo made a better impression than the League of Women Voters, which wants to exclude him from the next debate, would care to admit.

September 25, 2003 10:45 AM |

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'WILD SIDE' STILL ROCKS 

Nelson Algren was one of the great American authors of the 20th century, it is no exaggeration to say, and among the most neglected. Consider his underrated classic, "A Walk on the Wild Side." The title -- popularized and co-opted as an idiomatic phrase by Hollywood and Madison Avenue (institutions Algren loathed) -- is familiar to most anyone who speaks English or knows Lou Reed's lyrics. But the novel itself? Hardly.

BUSTER KEATON REVISITED 
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LAUREN BACALL, STILL SALTY AT 80 
When Lauren Bacall writes that her singing voice ranges "somewhere between B minus sharp and outer space," she's being candid and funny. It's not every stage star with two Tony Awards for best actress in a musical whose vocal talent offers so little promise. (OK, Harvey Fierstein excepted.) Still less would one admit it.
THE STARS ACCORDING TO BOGDANOVICH 
Peter Bogdanovich's superb collection of movie-star profiles and interviews -- a sequel to Who the Devil Made It, his interviews of top film directors -- begins with an affectionate tale about Orson Welles that reminds us just how intimate the author's connection to Hollywood's greatest has been. But contrary to what we've come to expect from dime-a-dozen celebrities and celebrity interviews not worth two cents, the tale avoids bromidic egotism and journalistic platitudes.
SAMMY'S WHITE DREAMS 
Four decades ago Lenny Bruce sentenced Sammy Davis Jr. to "30 years in Biloxi," stripping him of "his Jewish star" and "his religious statue of Elizabeth Taylor." Now we have two new biographies of Davis that spring him from ridicule, if not from doubts about his legacy, and restore a measure of dignity to a black entertainer whose huge fame and success never overcame his devout wish -- indeed his lifelong effort -- to be white.
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