Thursday, March 29, 2018

Last Breath

Sitting here in bed after a crazy busy day, drinking my tea and checking email -- and switching my cards to a gorgeous new wallet I acquired during a spontaneous shopping hour I managed to throw in between two commitments...

It hit me.  It was fifty years ago tonight, y'all.

I know I take liberties here, because he was found and declared dead on 3/30.  But I tend to believe... 1) as there has never been any word of mouth that his body was in bad condition from the coroner's report, which select people have read... 2) as he was thought to only be asleep at first by the two boys who found him... and 3) as his picture was taken and shown around the neighborhood for identification... that he obviously hadn't been there but maybe a few hours.  If that was the case, he would have died sometime in the night of 3/29. 

So I decided to blog now, in what maybe were his final hours.  Bobby, I pray you weren't afraid.  I hope you had some time of being numb to the heartache, maybe even the physical pain, and the loneliness, before your body just stopped.  No one will ever know what those last hours, or even that last day, was like for you.

At that point, you probably felt forgotten and like it wouldn't matter to anyone what happened to you.  You might not have even cared.  But I hope, where you are now, that you can see how many people have gathered over the years to pay tribute to the person you were.

Have a beautiful eternity on that Island in the Sun.


Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Rare Bobby Pics (and comments!) Dump

Guys I discovered www.worthpoint.com.  Some of you may have already known about this place, but I didn't.  It shows pictures it's sold through eBay for the last several YEARS, and there were TONS of images of Bobby on there I'd never seen!!

The bad news is, the quality isn't that great so you can't really enlarge them to see them any better.  But hey:  Bobby stuff is Bobby stuff, so let's be grateful some of this still exists somewhere. :P

So here we go, down the list of my personal favorites:


I have a total soft spot for Bobby's The Happy Time pictures.  He looks so cute and polished like a little gentleman in his school uniform, with his hair shaped into that perfect 50's quiff.  It's really awesome.  And lest you be someone who thinks I mean this in the "weird" way, I totally don't.  You can think a man is dashing when he's grown, but still look back at pictures of his childhood and find him adorable in a very different way.  That's totally how I feel about Bobby's looks, by the way:  a precious, cute child and a handsome, polished-looking adult.  Usually.  Anyway, sorry for that rabbit trail.  I think it's also sweet how much Bobby seemed to enjoy interacting with other children on the sets of his movies.  It could be because, as he said in his interview with Fred D. Brown, he didn't get to spend as much time with them as he liked.  I wonder if this little girl here was keen on him, or on the other boy -- maybe both.  It's adorable how she's sitting in this elegant little pose like a lady while they talk to her.  Gosh, even the kids back then seemed to have so much class...


Okay, so as I have always been partial to Bobby's Peter Pan stuff, this is an absolute favorite.  I've always wanted to see more of him in the costume, and even though I'd prefer that to be from the reference footage used to shoot the movie, this works too.  It's most likely to plug the 1951 Disney Christmas Show.  He and Kathryn are delightful here with their happy smiles!

Rabbit trail alert:  I know I've said this before, but it's kind of funny how big of a deal the character of Peter Pan is to most young girls.  I've definitely noticed that the brunt of Bobby's fanbase, when not comprised of older people who were more contemporary to him and his work, are girls maybe 14-18 who came to be starstruck because of his Peter Pan work.  As a first-wave millennial (much as I hate to associate myself with the generation), Peter Pan was how I first encountered Bobby, too.  And it's kind of funny, because we all have to admit that the character was kind of written to be an arrogant jerk, more akin to the snot-nosed kid who pummeled you in the face with a dodge ball in eighth grade and laughed about it than the culmination of your prepubescent fantasies.  He was perfectly happy being a child and using Wendy for her storytelling abilities, having obviously no clue how to fulfill her romantic expectations, no matter what tumblr fanfic tries to make us believe.  So why is it so many girls ended up with a gosh darn crush on him?!  Including myself, I mean hey -- I loved Peter Pan years and years before I knew anything about Bobby.  Are we suckers for punishment?  And I swear it's not just me.  This is a thing.  A girl on another blog once wrote, "You know you had a crush on Peter Pan when you were a kid.  If you say you didn't, you're either lying, or a dude."  I have to agree, and I wonder if Bobby came to know anything about this adulation after he voiced and modeled for this film?  I bet, like probably every other guy that age, he'd find it pretty useless.  But hey, do schoolgirl crushes ever really make sense?

Oh, and I won't go into this much detail for every pic, I promise...


Another The Happy Time pic I hadn't seen.  Anyone wonder if Bobby was nervous to kiss a girl onscreen the first time?  Even if it was a chaste puppy love kiss.  As we've heard, Bobby was a bit of a flirt who LOVED the girls as a teen, and always showed himself to be outgoing and fun-loving, so something tells me he was good to just go for it!


This, by the way, was one of my absolute favorite Little Bobby Era movies.  I've seen a pic of him and the dog before, but not this one with both of the other young children. 


Bobby and Luana, taking their "show clothes," probably, off hangers decorated in Disney characters.  What a cute touch!  By the way, according to a newspaper article in the 4/3/49 edition of The Sydney Morning Herald, Luana absolutely hero-worshiped Bobby, following him around the set like a faithful kitten (almost a direct quote!).  What I wouldn't give to have heard her talk about him back when she was alive -- if she remembered much from so long ago.  I know Kathryn Beaumont doesn't....


OKAY. 

I could barely handle how awesome this was when I found it:  Bobby and Rory Calhoun following (or before) their Screen Director's Playhouse episode.  It is a rare, and I mean rare, thing to see Bobby flash such a glowing beam as an almost-adult -- an actual authentic one, and you can tell this one is.  The only other time I saw him grin this huge as anything other than an enthusiastic little freckle-faced boy was when he was on the 25th Academy Awards.  So this is a treat.  He might have been awfully proud to be working with Rory Calhoun -- another really nice looking and talented guy, I may add!


Another Bobby and Luana shot.  I can't see exactly what they're looking at, but I think they're some kind of toy figures...


Lastly, this!  Once again from The Happy Time, in which I think he's supposed to appear to be daydreaming about his older lady crush.  Bobby does such a great job staying in character for all his stills, though this one actually seems a bit awkward to me.  Anyone else think so?  It's very charming and sweet, but he almost looks a little like he might be thinking, "Hurry up and take this, please..."

There are a few more I saved that I really like, but this is a good enough sampling for now.  I can't believe I just now found this place.  I might would have been even happier if I'd found it in time to actually buy some of these prints, provided the prices hadn't too jacked up on them.  But finding them second-hand was still enough to give me a good day!


Thursday, March 8, 2018

Dirt - Piero Heliczer (And a little about Didi)

Y'all just knew I couldn't go long without posting again now that the Archive is back on YouTube.  I was super inspired last night.

So let's talk about Dirt.



I'm going to be honest, I am so not an Andy Warhol person.  I like gentle surrealism, but he goes a little over the top for me.  As does Wallace Berman, actually, which is something Bobby and I would hold differing opinions on.  But any chance to see Bobby again onscreen -- particularly during the "dark ages" of his time in New York -- is worth enduring most anything for.

We see him onscreen almost immediately, alongside Didi, "DeeDee" or "Sharon" Morrill.  She is one more interesting character, by the way.  She would spell her name different ways at different times, and take on the last name of whomever she was with during the duration of the relationship.  Earlier she had been "Deedee Doyle" as in Kirby Doyle... and here she is billed as Driscoll.  Due to her flighty nature and notorious man-hopping (she left Kirby -- whom she had coaxed away from a wife and kids -- for another guy in the summer of '63, when she apparently came back just in time to unofficially "marry" Bobby the same Fall), I want to tell her mean things like "You didn't earn the NAME, chick!" but that's not really fair.  Sharon had her own set of issues like Bobby, I'm sure, and as much as we think we know the "whole story," we really don't.  I'm sure Bobby had reason to love her, and I'd like to think she loved him too, at least on some level.  And here's the thing, folks:  when you use drugs together, your relationship is likely to be full of dysfunction from that alone.  I actually have never yet been able to identify why Bobby and Didi split up; I'm hoping we'll learn more about this from the documentary.  Brian Keith O'Hara says that after a drug deal went bad in New York, she, her brother and Bobby took refuge in Canada for a little while.  Afterward, he says she went back to LA and he went back to NYC.  However, I don't see entirely how that could be the end of the relationship, as a poem was published in an edition of The Floating Bear in 1966/67 that he wrote and she illustrated.  I did notice that at the time of this, she was once again going by "Doyle."  So maybe they were a little on and off?  I have a feeling this was probably a very complicated relationship due to the Beatnik lifestyle and the drug use...

Anyway, Bobby's face comes into view really well at one point, and we are able to see that he is indeed missing teeth.  He seems to have a certain pallor as well, and dark circles under his eyes.  Now I say this, but it could very well have been the filter of the film, which is blueish, that just makes it look that way.  One thing's for sure, he looks far more worn than when we last saw him in the Rawhide episode.  I also noticed that Sharon seems to have been a little taller than him... unless she was wearing heels.

After the scene in which he breaks up laughing, we don't see him again until the end of the reel.  I'm not sure why Heliczer elected not to use him during any of the middle scenes.  I know just enough of Warhol films to know there's always a bit of a "naked woman" theme, and since Bobby couldn't be one of those, he might not have been used.  It does strike me as odd, however, that Bobby doesn't appear in any other Warhol films, OR the Berman film Aleph, which was made right in the middle of when Berman and Bobby were associating heavily.  I don't know if this was by Bobby's choice or not.  Maybe if he still held hopes of being a legitimate actor either on films/TV again or on Broadway, he wanted to only be associated with projects considered respectable at the time?  Or it could have been a filmmaker choice.  I can think offhand of a few good reasons they might not  have wanted Bobby to have "starred" in their picture, and you probably can, too.

We see Bobby again on the Staten Island Ferry at the very end of the film.  Watching his familiar stance and his careworn face -- a very different man from the one he was -- in motion on film for the last time is a haunting experience. 



And cue the end of this post before I go into all my sappy spiel again about the end of his life.  We've all heard it before, and besides, I do try to focus more on Bobby's life than on his death.  He is, unfortunately, becoming way more popular for the tragedy than he was for his work and his life.  So let's just keep it that way!

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Beautiful Wonderful Amazing News!!

Guess what??

BobbyDriscollArchive is back on YouTube!

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCoPa9Ai_cVqX6WLq0lLDMug

This has actually been the case for a week and I'm just now finding out about it... sorry about that... so some of you may already know.  But this is awesome because, all those shows I've recently done commentaries on?  THEY'RE THERE.  So go watch them for yourself!  Then come back and comment on my posts so we can discuss them! :):)

I'm so happy for this.  Bobby's work deserves to be made available to and enjoyed by everyone.  So please watch everything you can!  Gosh knows it's probably just a matter of time before YouTube snatches it away again like it always seems to do >.>

This is also cool for me on another level, because now I get to "commentate" on even more stuff.

By the way, coming up is the clearer version of that picture I found in the church newsletter that I blogged about a month ago!

Saturday, March 3, 2018

"Screen Director's Playhouse" Day is Done - For Bobby's 81st

THIS.

I'm here today to bring you, finally, a commentary on "Day is Done" an episode of the Screen Director's Playhouse Bobby did back in 1955, the year he graduated high school.

This was one of my very favorite of his TV episodes.  I feel like I say that about everything, but there are reasons I really mean it about this one!  It follows the story of a young, "green" soldier in the Korean War, 1951 named Private Zane.

NOTE:  I had quite a time saving these pictures after I cropped them, I have no clue why the computer didn't want to work with me today.  So most of them will not be cropped, and I am sorry.  It was that or my sanity, and the latter won out, so feel free to save them if you like them and crop them on your own time.

In the opening scenes of this show, we are treated to an explanation of what Screen Director's Playhouse is -- a show in which each week, a different acclaimed director has picked (or supposedly has) a script to direct, featuring a star-studded cast.  This week, Frank Borzage is shown in his director's chair, standing up to go give instruction to Rory Calhoun and our Bobby.  You can't actually hear what he says, of course, as the narrator was voicing over.


After the title is announced and the cast names pop up, we see a young guy come upon two men sitting around on base.  He introduces himself as Private Zane, and tells them who he is supposed to report to.  Both guys instantly sense Zane is a "noob," mostly because of all his questions regarding what he's supposed to be doing and when they're going to be moving, and while friendly enough, the older guy pretty much tells him to chill out in a bravado-laced tone -- until the other guy sitting close by calls his bluff by pointing out that he had just gotten there yesterday, like pretty much everyone else.  They all laugh together, then, and a sense of camaradery is established.




I shall pause here to say how cool it is to finally feel I can sort of identify Bobby's laugh from having listened to radio shows and watched his TV episodes.  It's breathy and gentle.

Anyway, the fun and games threatens to come to an end when a guy walks by and tells them to look out for showing any disrespect toward their commanding officer, "Ol' Sam" (though not to be CALLED Ol' Sam in person).  He's apparently a hard guy, and has been on the scene for awhile.



While Zane's buddy doesn't seem too concerned, Zane himself is paying good heed, and we can tell he's a serious guy. 

Next scene, of course, shows the sergeant sidling up beside the jokester and rendering a stern lecture regarding all the "sitting around," which breaks up our little group.

Afterward, we get to know the sergeant a little better when he talks to his commanding officer about going on reconnaissance at enemy lines that night, needing to take two men with him.  Sergeant Sam tells the captain how little he has to work with in regards to brave men, as most of his division just newly arrived.  But find two people he must.... and so he goes back out to the camp, where he passes Private Zane and friend discussing how they had both been drafted and weren't a bit happy to even be here at the moment.

The sergeant tells both men how he'll need two people that very night to go out on a reconnaissance mission.  Zane and the other guy listen sympathetically before saying, "Good luck with that!"... WHICH wins them a place at the sergeant's side that night as the two "volunteers."  Yay...



Zane obediently goes on the reconnaissance mission, though not without making his share of dumb mistakes... namely, activating a grenade when it wasn't ordered and nearly getting everyone killed....


So we have a young kid who has done nothing right so far, and now the sergeant gives the order to descend down to enemy lines.  A frightened Zane follows, not realizing his "way in" with the sergeant is about to be discovered!

On their way down to enemy lines, Zane pauses next to the corpse of a man who had a bugle on his person.  Apparently musical, young Zane goes to take the bugle off the dead man, intent on taking it back with him.


Not a great shot because it's dark, but here we see Zane with the bugle, and the buddy behind him talking him out of taking it.  It doesn't work.

Instead, "Sarge" passes Zane and takes the bugle from him... clearly intrigued by it as well.  Even though he points out its cheapness and issues a stern lecture to Zane regarding taking something that could have been booby trapped, he looks it over himself and, in the conversation that follows, it is revealed that both men are musicians -- establishing a common element between the sergeant and his youngest, "greenest" private.

Look at the wonderment spread on Bobby's face here as Rory Calhoun begins to play the horn.




The sergeant even warms up enough on the topic of music to allow young Zane a shot at playing.  And play he does!  I wonder if Bobby actually did his own playing for this -- we know from one of his interviews as a 17-year-old that he and one of his friends talked to the reporter at length about Bobby's love of music, specifically progressive jazz, and even refers to having owned a trumpet.  I can't seem to find article now, though it was once on the website....

Anyway, the moment of camaraderie passes quickly and after complimenting Zane on his musical abilities, ol' Sam snatches back the bugle and tells his young charge that they're wasting their time and need to keep moving.  This is the expression that registers in response....


But Zane is persistent.  He follows the sergeant as they continue to make their way through the trees, and asks if he can hold the bugle.  Sarge begins his explanation, then, of how important division buglers were back in WWII -- he himself was one.  He imparted upon Zane that a bugler was tasked with an important job -- keeping the morale of the soldiers high, waking them up in the morning with a cheerful, confident tune to get them ready for the day and whatever they would be facing.  Fascinated, Zane seems ready to embrace bugling himself, but is rebuffed by the sergeant who wants to keep the bugle for now.  However, he ends the conversation by saying, "Maybe tomorrow," with a smile.  A hopeful Zane continues on behind them as they resume their mission.

 The next morning, the company is called together by the sound of a bugle.  Zane's buddies stare in awe as they realize it's none other than their 'stiff" sergeant, Ol' Sam, playing it.  Zane breaks away from them to wander over to his commander, who says he was given permission by his own superior to use the bugle again to raise the morale of the men.  He then surprises the young guy by asking if he wants to give "mess call" to round everyone up for breakfast.




There's something I've noticed in a couple of Bobby's movies/shows now:  the way he sort of clucks his tongue before he begins speaking.  Again, probably a personal mannerism.  :)

Anyway, Zane makes the call, and with quite a flourish!  Ol' Sam is definitely impressed.  I was impressed too:  Bobby gave a cocky little tilt of his head as he played the tune.  I only wish I could have captured that in a whole sequence for all of you....



The next scene takes us to a little later, when a friendly Sergeant is talking about bugling in the U.S. Army with the rest of the guys under his command, telling some stories about its usefulness in history.  It's a moment of bonding and you begin to see the company of men become a little looser around their commander.  However -- not ready to lose his edge -- just when one of the guys goes to goof off with another one regarding a traffic citation he received in the mail all the way there in Korea, Ol' Sam stops them dead in their tracks with an unexpected "Shut up!"

And just like that, it's back to business.  Zane cringes...


Later that night, we see the Sergeant and his men preparing to move into combat once again with the Koreans.  A shrill bugle sounds off consistently from the Korean troops, a move which Sam explains is meant to scare the Americans into thinking they're about to move in for an attack, but it's often a decoy.  Zane asks if there's any way to know when they're actually going to attack, and the sergeant explains that they won't.  He tells them to hold still and wait for the signal before they charge forward.  This time around, we see Zane acting alot braver and far more trusting of his sergeant, which we expect will keep him from making the kind of blunder he made before.


After a bit of time during which the sergeant is in talks with his commander about what the Koreans are about to do, he makes the decision to have his company charge in with bayonets ready.  He goes around to each of them, spreading the word.  Zane and his partner pull theirs out, looking fearful but READY.

After he feels its time, Sam then pulls out the bugle, giving the call to charge to his men, who -- seemingly inspired by the sound of the bugle -- do so boldly.

Let me pause to tell you all I thank you for not holding it against me that I do not know military terms.  This kind of show usually loses me completely, so if some of this part of the story doesn't make sense, just know the point is to show off Bobby in his role.  For a detailed description of battle tactics, read Dale Brown or Tom Clancy...

So, morning comes, and we see that Sam's company survived the charge!  They obviously can't believe they've made it, but are elated to see dawn break.  As they are relieved by another set of soldiers, they head back to camp.  This is when Zane realizes the sergeant's missing... and he goes to ask some of the men if they've seen him.  I tried to get a shot of this, but it was hard to catch a clear one.  Suffice it to say, he stops each one of the men who pass him in order to find the whereabouts of his new friend.  The Sarge is commended by a couple of the men who saw him "all over the place" the night before, but no one seems to have seen him this morning.

Until the last guy.  Who breaks the news that Sam is dead.



Zane is clearly gutted.  As the man goes on to tell that he was right beside the sergeant when he was killed, Zane stares off numbly and begins to walk back toward the trees, looking right and left, no doubt for the body of his friend.  His buddies call after him, but he doesn't seem to hear.


He goes off for what is clearly a long time (the scene fades into another, showing him continue to wander), when finally...

He finds him.



Zane sank to his knees beside his commander -- a man he had come to respect -- and observed a quiet moment, before spotting the bugle next to him.


So this is what happened.  You knew it was gonna.


He played the taps.

And let me tell you, I could feel every bit of emotion coming from him in that moment.

This was a role Bobby seemed to really give his best to.  Of course, that defines pretty much all his roles, and it's why he was too amazing an actor to have been so overlooked later.

Happy Birthday, beloved Bobby.  Thank you for having left us your legacy in everything you could -- from voice work to Disney movies to these TV show episodes.  You will never be outdone.

Friday, March 2, 2018

Pre-Birthday Poem

So I'm celebrating Bobby's birthday for two days instead of one.  'Cause why not?

And 'cause tomorrow I am officially committing to post the "Day is Done" commentary, so to keep from having two posts in the same day, I'm doing one now.

I wrote this poem for Bobby in honor of tomorrow, and it took alot for me to post it on here so be nice.  I am not a poet in the very least, but I wanted to try.  What is that phrase that's so popular right now?  She said she could, and so she did!  At work.  In the space of five minutes, between tasks.  ADD brain is a wonderful thing sometimes, it allows you to multitask like a beast.

And as I feel I need a picture for everything, I am of course going to present us one!  This is a screenshot Morgan Bridges of Pinterest did.


This is called Cradle.


Eight-one years ago, you came into our world.
Were you born early?  Late?  Were you a good baby?  A fussy one?
Either way, you grew into a Good Boy and Hollywood paused its frantic pace to bow at your feet,
For a little while.
Then the breakneck speed resumed on Hollywood Boulevard,
Pushing out the old, bringing in the new,
And you were knocked down onto the concrete to find your own way back up.
You grabbed onto an offered hand that looked friendly, promised you escape and solace for hours – days – at a time,
But in the end, it lead you not to your haven, but to the grave it had dug for you.
We can’t know if you had a moment of fearful realization – of looking back – before you were shoved into it so forcefully;
Or if you welcomed it and plunged in with open arms.


But before there was a grave, there was a cradle, a cry, a little life that would grow into a sweet light for all who knew you.
This was the day you began.  Your charm, your loving spirit, your sense of humor, your loyalty, your gift for creating and entertaining… all those things that made you who I have come love so many years later.
I celebrate the fact that you Were, and that you still Are.


Somewhere only you know, dwelling in safety and sunlight.
Watching.  Hoping.  Smiling.  Living still.


For the grave could never cancel out the cradle.  You were here – you mattered. 

One more thing...

 I had a serious moment today when I came across a piece of art. This person rendered something that was complex, beautiful and heartbreakin...