(While Mark takes a breather, I offer, for amusement purposes only, this reminiscence of a day spent with my old man while he was still working the Hollywood beat, circa 1979. It concerns our encounter with the late Ted V Mikels, grind-house cineaste. I had hoped to post this on Father’s Day but life as I know it is not mine to control. I’ll cop to 90+% of this being “factual”. The rest is poor recall.)
GUYS AND DOLLS, ’79
Ext: wide aerial shot of downtown Los Angeles.
Cut to Grauman’s Chinese Theater exterior: Tourists and super heroes milling about, looking at the hand and footprints in the cement.
Voice over: This is the city. Los Angeles, California- Home to some of the most famous and creative talents anywhere in the world. On any given day, new hopefuls arrive from the four corners of the country, hoping to catch the eye of a producer and land a contract on their way to stardom.
Ext: Main bus terminal: A strawberry blonde girl, sixteen if a day, buoyantly hops off the Greyhound bus and is immediately followed by a swarthy looking man with a pencil thin mustache and tortoise shell glasses. Continue reading “Old Show Biz: TV Mikels” →