AN OLD JEEP REVEALED A HEARTBREAKING TRUTH ABOUT THEIR TIME TOGETHER.
It was supposed to be just a standard press event, a simple walk down memory lane. Years after the cameras stopped rolling on the 4077th, Gary Burghoff and…
A FAMILIAR SOUND SUDDENLY SILENCED TWO MAS*H LEGENDS YEARS LATER.
It was a dry, breezy afternoon when two old friends took a quiet walk through the Santa Monica Mountains. The Malibu Creek State Park didn’t look like South…
THE GHOSTLY SOUND THAT SILENCED TWO MAS*H STARS YEARS LATER
Decades had passed since the canvas tents were packed away and the cameras stopped rolling. It was a quiet afternoon in the Malibu hills, right where the legendary…
THE DAY THE SURGERY SCENE WENT COMPLETELY OFF THE RAILS
The microphone was perfectly positioned, and the studio was quiet as Alan Alda settled into his chair for the podcast interview. He was highly accustomed to answering the…
ALAN ALDA REVEALS THE MOST CHAOTIC DAY FILMING MASH
The podcast studio was quiet, just the hum of the microphones and the gentle clinking of a water glass. Alan Alda leaned into his mic, adjusting his headphones…
THE FLYING MONOCLE AND THE STOIC GENERAL OF STALAG 13
The interviewer’s office is filled with the kind of soft, golden light that only seems to exist in late-afternoon California. Werner Klemperer sits across from me, looking remarkably…
THE DAY THE TERRIFYING SERGEANT SCHULTZ FELL APART
I was sitting in a small, wood-paneled radio booth in Los Angeles back in the late nineties, doing one of those retrospective interviews that actors of a certain…
WE LAUGHED BEHIND THE BARBED WIRE… UNTIL THE MUSIC STOPPED
The sun was setting over the backlot of 40 Acres in Culver City, casting long, skeletal shadows across the dust. It was years after the cameras had stopped…
THE DAY SERGEANT SCHULTZ FINALLY ADMITTED TO SEEING EVERYTHING
The late-night talk show set was quiet, the smell of floor wax and stale coffee lingering in the air. John Banner sat back in the leather chair, his…
THE DAY JOHN BANNER FINALLY SAW EVERYTHING ON SET
The studio light reflects off the mahogany table as Robert Clary settles into his chair. He is in his late eighties now, but the spark in his eyes…