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May 18, 2004
I always thought Klugman would go first...
I JUST had a mini Tony Randall film festival, not three weeks ago - Down with Love and Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter?.
Sad. I like him. still have that image of him from the opening credit sequence of "The Odd Couple" - skinny stick of a man, all his belongings in hand as he arrives at oscar's door...his puppy dog eyes, klugman's resigned shrug....
the theme song will be stuck in my head the rest of the day, now. suppose that's as much a tribute as any?
"On November thirteenth Felix Unger was asked to remove himself from his place of residence.
That request came from his wife.
Deep down he knew she was right.
But he also knew that someday he would return to her.
With nowhere else to go, he appeared at the home of his childhood friend, Oscar Madison. Sometime earlier, Madison's wife had thrown him out, requesting that he never return.
Can two divorced men share an apartment without driving each other crazy?"
Posted by Heather at May 18, 2004 10:31 AM
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Just this weekend I had a Felix Unger moment, and I said as much, when James was loading my dishwasher and I actually moved a bowl that he had already placed. What seems sad to me is that already most kids today would have no idea what you were talking about if you described someone as a Felix Unger or an Oscar Madison. BTW, the obit in the NY Times was particularly loving, I thought.
Remember the episode when they tried to switch places, with Felix being messy and Oscar being neat?
Posted by: Ray at May 18, 2004 12:30 PM
funny, that you'd mention that episode - when my theater company did 'the female odd couple' my best friend and I switched places to play our opposites. I was 'olive' and she was 'florence' and it was hilarious to see how our dressing room areas reflected our real personalities: her side was covered in powder and hairpins, mine, a meticulously folded pile of costume changes and props to set. . .
I've not referenced a 'felix moment,' ray, but I once did participate in the following exchange at a restaurant:
(puzzled, as I'd ordered linguini and got spaghetti)
heather: is this spaghetti?
waiter: that's not spaghetti - it's linguini.
(I look at him, he looks at me, we both realize it's spaghetti)
heather and waiter, simultaneous:
Now, It's Garbage!!!!
now that's a situation the kids these days wouldn't recognize, eh?
Posted by: heather at May 18, 2004 01:22 PM
Tony Randall was the first celebrity I saw after moving to NYC all those years ago, in 1991. I saw him walking up Fifth Avenue, just north of the Met. He was wearing a yellow silk ascot and had an elegant woman on either arm, just good friends no doubt. He looked exactly how I've always imagined a million bucks would look.
Ah, goodnight sweet lexicographer,
Et bonne nuit à toi aussi,
N.
Posted by: Le sacré N at May 21, 2004 06:19 PM