JAMIE FARR REVEALS THE HILARIOUS COSTUME MALFUNCTION THAT RUINED A PERFECT TAKE
I was sitting in a small, quiet studio for one of those career-retrospective interviews, the kind where they have the nice lighting and the soft chairs that…
TELEVISION’S MOST POMPOUS ELITIST… BUT HIS TRUTH WAS A QUIET SOLITUDE
For years, the world knew him as the ultimate aristocrat. He was the man who brought a taste of the Boston Brahmin to a muddy tent in…
THE SEQUINED DISASTER AT THE FOUR ZERO SEVENTY SEVENTH
The stage was lit with that soft, nostalgic amber glow you only see at these “Evening with the Stars” events. Jamie Farr sat there, leaning back in a…
THE WORLD’S FAVORITE ETERNAL CORPORAL… BUT THE FATHER WAS FADING FAST
By the mid-1970s, stage 9 at 20th Century Fox had become a sort of sacred ground. The air was always thick with a specific kind of artificial dust,…
THE NIGHT LORETTA SWIT SAW THE “COOLEST” ACTOR ON MASH FINALLY BREAK
Loretta Swit leaned back in her chair, the soft light of the restaurant catching the familiar spark in her eyes. Across from her, Jamie Farr stirred his coffee,…
THE ARISTOCRATIC VOICE OF TELEVISION… BUT HIS TRUE TONE WAS SILENCE
The fog in Newport, Oregon, has a way of blurring the lines between the sea and the sky. For the man who lived there, a veteran actor with…
THE DUST SETTLED DECADES AGO, BUT THE JEEP REMEMBERED EVERYTHING.
The sun was beginning to dip behind the jagged peaks of the Santa Monica Mountains, casting long, amber shadows across the dry brush. It was the kind of…
HOW THE MASH CAST FINALLY BROKE THE REFINED CHARLES EMERSON WINCHESTER
I remember sitting in a small, soundproof booth a few years ago for a retrospective podcast. The host was a young man, very polite, clearly a massive fan…
THE SOUND THAT MADE THE MAS*H CAST STOP BREATHING.
The sun was beginning to dip behind the jagged peaks of the Malibu hills, casting long, amber shadows across the dry brush. It was the kind of afternoon…
THEY THOUGHT THE SCRIPT WAS FICTION UNTIL THE CAMERAS STOPPED ROLLING.
The hotel bar was quiet, the kind of expensive silence that only exists after the last fan has left and the gala lights have dimmed. David sat across…