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January 31, 2006

Our Island Home VI

Seraphic Disclaimer: This post contains some language that is a bit, actually, a lot more graphic than is normally found in Seraphic Secret. So if you are young, under 18, religiously modest, or secularly modest, the following, which deals with life in a women's prison, might not be appropriate reading matter for you.

Note: Links to previous chapters at the end of this post.

EXT. PRISON YARD - DAY

The Screenwriter and the Corrections Officer are sitting on a bench, chatting. C.O. Cindy is curious about Hollywood prison movies. Robert has promised to compile a list of his favorites. Screenwriter and C.O. share a companionable relationship that is occasionally rattled by Cindy's insatiable curiosity about her Hollywood visitor's private life.

“Okay Cindy, you ready?”

“Lay it on me.”

“My Ten Favorite Prison Movies.”

Hope Emerson, Caged, 1950.

It's lunch time, and I've scheduled an interview with Cindy. I've been hired to write a film, Within These Walls, for LifeTime Network about the prison pet program. Cindy has been my guide, my babysitter, my bodyguard, my eyes into this world—hidden from the real world—and the female inmates who inhabit this violent place.

My job is to dig into these people's lives, but it's a one-way relationship. I have learned, through years of experience and some awkward stumbles, that I must withdraw a central portion of myself in order to be an effective screenwriter. The true me has to be locked away, for this work must never become about me; who I am must never interfere with the primary task—discovering the truth of these people, the truth of this place. If the people I interview begin to intuit who I am, all will be lost for they will use it against me in the power struggle that exists between interviewer and subject.

And so yours truly, the Orthodox Jew, is gone. Robert, adoring husband to Karen and doting father to three children, is locked away.

It is a disorienting experience.

Casually, and I hope, skillfully, I deflect almost all personal questions, answering in the most evasive manner, hopefully without insulting Cindy.

Let's take a look at several typical exchanges:

Cindy


“So, Robert, you married?”


Robert

“What do you think?”

Cindy

“I think you're wearing a gold band.”

Robert

“Detective Cindy.”

Cindy

“How long you married?”

Robert

"C'mon...”

Cindy

“Maybe you're really a homo?”

Robert

“No!”

Cindy points her index finger at me, pulls an invisible trigger.

Cindy

“Gotcha.”

I can't help but chuckle. C.O. Cindy is smart and quick, and unlike so many women—usually the best educated—she understands male nature.

More:

Cindy

“So: what's Mrs. Robert do? Is she like pretty or some brainy bow-wow?”

Robert

“She's brainy and gorgeous.”

Cindy just gazes at me with a coolly level gaze. It's the look she uses when she wants to intimidate “the skanks.”

And:

Cindy

“You a Jew?”

Whoa. Deep breath.

Robert

“Why do you ask?”

Cindy

“Y'know, Hollywood. Jews.”

I would so love to continue this conversation, explore Cindy's mind-set, but:

Robert

“What do you think?”

Cindy

“I think... yeah.”

Robert

“And if I am Jewish?”

Cindy shrugs.

And finally:

Cindy

“Robert, are you like this important screenplaywriter?”

Robert

“Cindy, you ever hear the story of the Polish actress?”

Cindy

“Uh, I have the feeling I'm about to.”

Robert

“She slept with the screenwriter.”

Cindy hesitates a second, then cracks up. It's the oldest, dumbest joke in Hollywood, but it spreads through the entire prison like a virus. And before I know, an inmate repeats it to me.

After a while, Cindy gives up trying to know who I am. Sorta.

Instead of personal information, I substitute Hollywood gossip and legend.

Which does the job just fine. For everyone loves Hollywood. Even a tough little corrections officer like Cindy.

“Robert, do you know — ?”

She names a female star.

“I do.”

"What's she like?"

“She'd absolutely kill to have your complexion.”

Cindy blushes.

And the thing is, it's the absolute truth.

Okay, I'm hanging loose, giving Cindy my list of ten favorite prison movies. It's a tactic really, a way of creating the illusion of intimacy without the emotional risks.

It's not easy for yours truly because I like Cindy. Enormously. Guilt weighs heavily on my conscience for deploying such a cold hearted strategy.

“Understand Cindy, I'm mixing genres.”

“Genres?”

“Types of prison films. You've got prison dramas, prison action films, you've got prison comedies, prison musicals, escape films, riot films, prison war films, and that most durable of all genres: women-in-prison flicks.”

“Women-in-prison movies, coolness.”

“In no particular order, okay?”

“Go on, you're such a fuss-pot.”

“Number One: The Big House, 1930, with Chester Morris, Wallace Beery, and the lovely Leila Hyams. The big daddy of all prison movies. This was probably the first big studio movie to make the genre respectable and profitable. Inmate falls in love with his cellmate's sister, gets caught up in an escape plan sure to go bad. Drama ensues. It's a bit slow for modern audiences, but it's a keeper.

“Number Two: I am a Fugitive From a Chain Gang, 1932, starring the great Paul Muni. This guy suffers for like ten-years in the most brutal southern prison you have ever seen. Unrelenting and grim. Hollywood used to do grim really well.”

“I have no idea what that means.”

Burt Lancaster as The Birdman of Alcatraz

“Number Three: The Bird Man of Alcatraz, 1962 with Burt Lancaster. This is a movie you should show here. The prisoner, a cold blooded murderer, redeems his soul by taking care of birds."

“Birds.”

“Tweet-tweet.”

Cindy shakes her head as if to say, some things are just too dumb to be believed.

“Number Four: The Great Escape, 1963, with Steve McQueen, a crackerjack World War II escape movie. McQueen has a great scene where he tries to jump barbed wire on a motorcycle.”

“I drive a Harley.”

“You're kidding.”

“Want a ride?”

“Nope.”

“Pu-ssy.”

Paul Newman in Cool Hand Luke

“Number Five: Cool Hand Luke, 1967 with the young and handsome Paul Newman. This film has the single greatest line of dialogue ever in a prison movie: 'What we've got he-are, is a fa-ail-ure to commu-ni-cate.'”

Cindy's face brightens:

“I've heard that. My Uncle Chris used to say that all the time, a few beers and he'd be like totally hammered, walking around saying it over and over again. I thought he made it up. It's from a movie?”

“A great movie.”

Cindy heaves a sigh. I'm pretty sure I have just diminished her life by a small but significant degree.

“Number Six: Stalag 17, 1953, another great prison war movie, starring William Holden, directed by the great Billy Wilder. Beautiful structure. Dark humor. A beautiful machine.

“Number Seven: Papillon, 1973, Steve McQueen and Dustin Hoffman are prisoners on a Devil's Island run by, get this, the French. Horrifying stuff happens. Things get so bad Dustin and McQueen eat cockroaches. This one's got everything, starvation, escape, capture, torture, leper colonies. Hugely entertaining.”

“The French?”

“It's in English, trust me, fun film.”

“You ever meet Dustin Hoffman?”

“Yup.”

“What's he really like?”

“Really short.”

“You are sooo funny.”

“Number Eight: Oh this is a good one, Chained Heat, 1983."

“Linda Blair. The broom stick scene. Jesus, we all know that one.”

“A true women in prison classic.”

Cindy smiles hugely. Finally, a film Cindy recognizes.

“Number Nine: Caged, 1950, the spiritual godmother of all sleazy women in prison flicks.”

“Listen to you, all Mr. movie professor.”

“Guilty. A beautiful young bride is thrown into prison.”

“Oh, yeah, we got a lot of those, beautiful young brides.”

“And the C.O.'s I gotta tell you, are just sadistic beyond words. Sadistic and like totally lesbo.”

Cindy, all ironic. “Yeah, there's a lot of that going around.”

“They shave her head, take away her pet pussycat. Great performance by the underrated Eleanor Parker. Unbelievably dark and depressing. She gives birth in prison, her baby is taken away and put up for adoption. She turns into a hardened criminal.”

“Sounds about right.”

“Number Ten: I've saved the best for last. Drum roll please: Caged Heat, 1974, the very best women in prison movie evuh. Produced by the great Roger Corman, and directed by none other than Jonathan Demme. I think it was his first film. Probably made for about fifty thousand dollars. Which only goes to show that it's not money that makes a good film but vision. Great sleazo film with all this socially conscious nonsense on top of the obligatory nudity. Riveting.”

Cindy just stares at me for a long moment.

"So, what else do you want to know, Mr. Screenplaywriter?”

“How come you're a C.O?”

“For Chrissake, Robert, I'm a f*****g townie.”

“Ever think of doing something else?”

“I was thinking of being a glamorous movie star, but that s**t seemed kinda out of my reach, y'know? How'd you get to be a screenplaywriter?”

I feel that I owe Cindy this truth:

“Worked hard, never gave up, got lucky.”

“Your family rich, Robert?”

“Being with these women day in day out, how does it make you feel?”

“I'll take that as a yes.”

This is killing me. But I'm not going to give in to temptation and tell her that my father is an Orthodox Rabbi, that I'm from Brooklyn where my family lived a modest, middle class life; that a Hollywood career was a mad dream that, against all odds, I have managed to achieve.

“How does it affect you, this work?”

Cindy shrugs. “It's work. No big deal.”

“Really.”

“Hey, you know, I ain't all that different than these skanks.”

“How do you mean?”

“I have done time with loser trolls who I felt like killing. I just, y'know, didn't.”

“There's a big difference.Thinking is not doing.”

Cindy hooks her index finger into her mouth, yanks back her cheek, displays the inside of her mouth. There's a black space where a tooth should be.

“My last lover boy.”

“What'd you do?”

“Pow. Right back at him.”

Long silence.

“Hey, Robert, don't look so f*****g sad. I'm home.”

Home. It's what the inmates call prison.

C.O. Cindy and I make our way back into the shed. Just as we reach the door I turn to her.

“Remember that book I told you about?”

“The Chinese thing?”

The Art of War, yeah. Sun Tzu says something else, something that's always stayed with me.”

“Shoot, my friend.”

“He says that even the finest sword plunged into salt water will eventually rust.”

Cindy ponders this a long moment.

“You think I'm like this fine sword, Robert?”

“I do, Cindy, I really do.”

Demurely, C.O. Cindy smiles.

Priscilla Bonner, The Red Kimono, 1925.

Stay tuned for the concluding chapter in which yours truly takes his leave and bids adieu to the charming Cindy and the 10,000 violent but surprisingly well behaved inmates.


To order a copy of the film, Within These Walls, starring Ellen Burstyn and Laura Dern, please click here.

Copyright © Robert J. Avrech


Posted by Robert J. Avrech at January 31, 2006 10:55 AM

Comments

Seraphic Secret is private property, that's right, it's an extension of our home, and as such, Karen and I have instituted two Seraphic Rules and we ask commentors to act respectfully.

1. No profanity.

2. No Israel bashing. We debate, we discuss, we are respectful. You know what Israel bashing is. The world is full of it. Seraphic Secret is one of the few places in the world that will not tolerate this form of anti-Semitism.

That's it. Break either of these rules and you will be banned.

That's so sad. I can't imagine spending my life working in prison. I wonder what it takes to survive as a CO.

Posted by: Irina at January 31, 2006 11:38 AM

Irina:

It takes skin that's been transformed into armour.

Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at January 31, 2006 11:42 AM

I have to end the injustice! Newman did win the Oscar for "Color of Money." He should have won it for so many other films, but he did finally get a nod.

Posted by: Jake at January 31, 2006 11:52 AM

Jake:

I probably put it out of my mind at the time, or just plum forgot because he deserved it for so many other films--not for COM which was a pity Oscar. You see, even now it just does not register. But yes, thanks for correcting me.

Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at January 31, 2006 11:57 AM

It was definitely a pity Oscar, but I did see the movie again for the first time in many years a few weeks ago and I have to say it really holds up! The fact that Tom Cruise has become such a loathsome creature now is actually a benefit for the film because it works better if you don't identify with his character even a little bit. I thought Newman should have won for "Cool Hand," but even as a 12-year-old I was mesemerized by his performance in "The Verdict," a great movie which pre-saged the era of liability law.

Posted by: Jake at January 31, 2006 12:00 PM

Interesting tactic of yours to talk less about yourself and bring it all back to Hollywood, ie. educating Cindy re. the best (your personal favorites, anyhow) prison films ever made. You're throwing the ball back in her court this way, tossing her something that you hope she can relate to on a grand scale.

Posted by: Pearl at January 31, 2006 12:24 PM

Jake:

As far as I'm concerned, Newman should have received the Oscar for his performance in "The Left Handed Gun." A neglected masterpiece.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at January 31, 2006 12:34 PM

Robert, I think Cindy may have had a crush on you!

Fascinating that she had the freedom of choice to be somewhere else, and yet, not only chose to work in this setting, but identified with the prisoners, even calling it "home".

I saw the Birdman of Alcatraz when I was teenager, late one night while babysitting. The kids were asleep and I couldn't take my eyes off of Burt Lancaster. His transformation from cold blooded killer to this caring, nurturing human being was mesmerizing to me as a young girl. To this day, it is one of my favorite movies.

Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at January 31, 2006 12:37 PM

Pearl:

What can I say, I'm a giver.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at January 31, 2006 12:40 PM

Robert: That's really sad about Cindy. It makes you wish you can help a person take themselves out of their situation.
Also, as much as you learned about these women, I'd like to think that you made a difference in their lives, too. I know that that wasn't the point, but maybe...

Posted by: Sarah at January 31, 2006 12:40 PM

Randi:

No crush! She was just fascinated by Hollywood. She asked me tons of questions about various starlets.

As for "Birdman of Alcatraz," I too love the film. When I met the late director, John Frankenheimer, I asked him tons of questions about it.

But you should know, it's pretty much, and you're gonna hate me for this, a vast lie.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at January 31, 2006 12:44 PM

I know a woman who began life as a prison guard as a young woman. She is now some kind of top position with the prison guards, she's early 40s and tough as a boot, more man than woman. Its very sad to see her. Absolutely not a life I would recommend.

Posted by: Suz at January 31, 2006 12:47 PM

Sarah:

I don't flatter myself one bit. I doubt I made a dent in anybody's life in that prison. The environment is too all-encompassing, rigid, too violent, too unforgiving. I was a blip on the radar. Already forgotten.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at January 31, 2006 12:50 PM

Very few Seraphic friends probably know that Robert also wrote a short-lived series on ABC called "Mariah State," I think it aired in 1987 or 1988. It was about a small town where the state prison is the whole economy and culture. It was very good. It's too bad it didn't pan out because prisons continue to grow in this country at fast rate despite the massive drop in crime in our cities. The rural areas that once thrived on farming or logging and then shifted to light manufacturing now face two choices: prisons or casinos. For big city folk like us, living in a "prison town" is far from what we know. But it's a growing scenario in this country.

I don't think it's the greatest commentary about our economy when "prison guard" is still one of the most promising careers for many of our high school graduates. Of course we need them, and I thank goodness they're there. I just wish we didn't need so many. It's also disturbing that one of the biggest donors to the anti-death penalty movement is the prison guard union in California. These people should know better than anybody that reforming murderers in our world today is mostly hopeless. I suspect the rank and file CO's support the death penalty almost unanimously, but their union leaders smell economic opportunity and fewer executions means more jobs. It's a weird deal.

Posted by: Jake at January 31, 2006 12:56 PM

Suz:

You will find that women who rise to top positions in organizations that have traditionally been male dominated have shed their femininity. In fact, they identify with their male comrades and look with contempt at women. All you have to do is look at women who have risen to positions of high command in the Army and Navy. Same for the State Police forces.

There is vast price to be paid for this male/female equality in fighting forces--and it never pays off in true combat.

I will blog about this in the future.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at January 31, 2006 12:59 PM

Robert, I had heard that awhile back, and was sorry to hear that. Nonetheless, it was a great story and movie. (Although in light of James Frey, I guess we wouldn't put up with that today!)

Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at January 31, 2006 01:00 PM

So "The Shawshank Redemption" didn't make your cut (of top 10)? It's one of my all-time faves!

Whatever became of Cindy? (I mean, I guess you didn't keep in touch w/her?)

Oh and off topic, I was soooooo excited to learn that Keira Knightly got an Oscar nomination for Pride & Prejudice. Well-deserved!

Posted by: Stacey at January 31, 2006 01:20 PM

Jake:

For "Mariah" which I co-created, Exec Produced and wrote every episode I did my research in, gulp, Sing-Sing.

Do not even ask.

I just realized that I have probably spent more time in maximum security prisons with every manner of car thief, drug addict, killer, rapist, drug-dealer, pyromaniac, you-name-it, than most any Orthodox Jew on the planet.

Hmmmm...

Something to ponder.

Or not.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at January 31, 2006 01:26 PM

The hated NY Times did a wonderful feature piece several years ago about the people who take the upstate bus from the Port Authority on 42nd Street every Saturday. One guess who these people are... yes, they are the relatives of the inmates at Sing Sing and a few of the other NY state prisons. It was really interesting, and I remember thinking even as I read it that following these people's lives would make a great movie. There's a great public service ad running on TV now that shows a kid about to commit a crime and then shows him facing a life where his family can only visit him in prison. It's pretty powerful.

Posted by: Jake at January 31, 2006 01:31 PM

Randi:

Why not? Spielberg just did it with "Munich." That film is an even bigger lie than "Birdman of Alcatraz" and it just got nominated for an Oscar.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at January 31, 2006 01:54 PM

Stacey:

I had not seen "Shawshank" when I was at the prison. In any case, I was listing "classics." A film only becomes a classic after a test of time. Now if I made my list, "Shawshank" would probably make it. Though I'm not sure which film I would drop.

I know, I'd make it a "Best 11 Prison Movies of all Time."

I'm a wuss.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at January 31, 2006 01:59 PM

How about "Take the Money and Run"?

Jake - you seem to be suffering from Butterfield Syndrome. You state: "...prisons continue to grow in this country at fast rate despite the massive drop in crime in our cities." What's really happening is "There is a massive drop in the crime in our cities because prisons continue to grow in this country at a fast rate."

Posted by: ralphie at January 31, 2006 02:00 PM

Ralphie:

I hope that's the reason. I'm not 100% sure.

Posted by: Jake at January 31, 2006 02:02 PM

Ralphie:

I know this is heresy, but I'm not a big Woody Allen fan. In fact, I find his films deadly boring, and as filmic art, totally inept.

I don't know enough to comment on the drop in crime that you and Jake are discussing.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at January 31, 2006 02:43 PM

Well, just thought I'd give my 2 cents (gee, how unusual). Shawshank Redemption is one of the best movies I've ever seen, let alone prison movie. To me a classic (and this is just personal opinion Robert, I'm nooo professional!)is a movie that you can watch over and over and over again...and Shawshank is one of those. Morgan Freeman and Tim Robbins...amazing performances. The movie was shortchanged because it came out the same year as Forest Gump...too bad.

As far a Munich, I have not seen it and truthfully don't have much desire to. I was surprised it was nominated and surprised that Walk the Line was overlooked.

Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at January 31, 2006 03:02 PM

Randi:

No argument from me about "Shawshank." It's a fine, fine movie and as I said, it would make my list.

This year's Oscars are the most politicized in history. That "Walk the Line" was overlooked is a disgrace among a long list of disgraces.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at January 31, 2006 03:09 PM

Robert:

100% agree re:Woody Allen...I just don't get the humor/pace/inside joke in his movies. Plus, marrying your former step-daughter is just creepy.

Loved the quote about the sword in salt water. We live near a CO, nice guy...but total nutcase. He hates what he does, hates the inmates but can't (won't) give up the pay or benefits. He justifies working at a job he despises while the hatred eats his soul.

I don't know what the age difference was between you and the women but it seemed to me they were all craving fatherly input...must have missed out on that at "home".

Posted by: Lisa at January 31, 2006 04:54 PM

Lisa:

I was a good ten years older than CO Cindy and almost all the inmates.

None of the inmates had fathers they knew as fathers.

None of the inmates had weddings.

All of the inmates I dealt with had children out of wedlock with
multiple fathers.

No social programs can fix these broken families.

In fact, it was social programs that helped create these broken families.

Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at January 31, 2006 06:56 PM

Robert,
A social worker I knew, felt her life's work in the city system was useless; that the dysfunctional cycles of her cases kept repeating, with no end in sight. No way out.

How do you see social programs as creating broken families?

Riveting writing, Robert. Riveting.

Posted by: Yael at January 31, 2006 07:19 PM

Seeing your comments about no inmates having a wedding, nor fathers, etc....really brings home the place society has in....well, in civilizing us. Our rites of passage and cultural norms serve to mark the boundaries of our behaviour. Interesting to see lives where no boundaries exist.

Posted by: Suz at January 31, 2006 07:29 PM

Robert:

This has been a positively addictive story!

I lived in New Orleans about 15 years ago. We had a saying about the NOPD: "The only thing separating the crooks from the cops is the badge". One of the most freightening dates I ever had in my life was with a New Orleans cop. I was lucky our first (and only) date was in a restaurant, and nice waitress helped me sneak out through the kitchen.

As for women getting less feminine in certain professions, add "Trial Lawyer" to the list. I know lots of female trial lawyers or litigators that look very nice, but their personality is very tough...... sometimes too much.

Thanks so much for writing this story. It was a real treat. I kept coming by (sometimes many times during the day), just so I could see how it was progressing.

Posted by: Rightmom at January 31, 2006 07:41 PM

Yael:

Briefly: It started with The War on Poverty in the 60's, the welfare system created a cycle where families became dependent on government handouts. Fathers looked around and realized they did not have to hang around anymore and be providers, fathers, men.

They split, took up with other women, created more fatherless families.

Several generations grew up without fathers. This created multiple pathologies that resulted in illiteracy, drug addiction, crime--inner city hell.

No government program or agency can replace a stable family. No how, no way.

In Sing-Sing, another prison I spent time visiting, almost every prisoner had one thing in common with the other: no father.

No one can tell me this is coincidence.

Thanks so much for your comment, as always good to hear from you.

Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at January 31, 2006 08:01 PM

Suz:

Yes, you are correct. We desperately need rituals. Have you ever noticed that even in a TV show like "Survivor" when they go to "Tribal Council" the whole thing is highly ritualized. And then, to make everything official and "holy" the flaming torch of the "banished tribe member" is extinguished with a heavy musical beat, almost a dirge, and the prayer-like pronouncement: "The tribe has spoken."

Ritual big-time.

The great crime against society right now (among some others) is that liberal secularists are trying to strip ever vetige of religion and ritual from our Judeo/Western culture, claiming that it is repressive.

For this, they should be sent to oh, how about Saudi Arabia. Teach them what it means to live in a truly repressive society.

Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at January 31, 2006 08:17 PM

Rightmom:

Good to hear from you. Thanks so much for the nice words.

You know, I'd love to hear more about your date with the Cop. It sounds like an episode from a future series that I'm going to write with Jake tentatively titled: "Dates From Hell: Sort of a Comedy, Well, Not Really, Actually Not at All."

The title,as you can tell, still needs work.

Lots of work.

Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at January 31, 2006 08:56 PM

Let me know when that series co-written with Jake gets off the ground. I know I'll have a contribution or two to add to the mix.

Posted by: Pearl at January 31, 2006 09:04 PM

Pearl:

My people will be in touch with your people.

Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at January 31, 2006 09:25 PM

I love movies 4, 5 and 9. I love watching McQueen ride that motorcycle and thanks to Newman I once got one hell of a stomachache from eating too many eggs.

Posted by: Jack at January 31, 2006 10:32 PM

I know that in these days, I'm in the minority opinion among the middle class, but I couldn't disagree more about the Great Society. Taking housing as just one example, within a few years from the institution of the Great Society, I saw persons go from living in squalor to being able to enjoy the benefits of indoor plumbing, heat during winter, and privacy. Illnesses like fulminant tuberculosis virtually disappeared.

Posted by: EV [TypeKey Profile Page] at January 31, 2006 11:00 PM

Jack:

Please feel free to list your Ten Best Prison Movies. I left out some beauties: For instance, "Bridge Over the River Kwai." I felt it was too foreign for Cindy.

Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at January 31, 2006 11:13 PM

EV:

Thanks for your observation. I'm not an expert at all in these areas but let me take a stab with my common sense.

I know that the breakdown of the family and the welfare system are inextricably linked. It has been a disaster for a whole segment of society, generations who have grown up never having known what a father is, what a family is, thus our streets and prisons are bursting with anti-social psycopaths.

If you think the trade-offs were good for society--okey-dokey.

Personally, I believe other remedies could have been made in more compassionate ways, instead of falling back on Soviet style social engineering.

Just a thought from a man who believes that the more capital the more happiness.

Always good to hear from you EV.

Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at January 31, 2006 11:24 PM

Okay, I'm game.

Episode One: "The Brisket Brigade"

A suddenly widowed elderly Jewish man in Boca Raton is inundated with women suddenly showing up at his doorstep with piping hot pots of brisket. Each and every one of them is disappointed as they learn his fleishig teeth are in the shop.

Episode Two: "A Date with THE MAN"

A fortyish successful restaurant owner is enjoying her date with the very proper buttoned-down gentleman when he suddenly reveals he is with the IRS and this is actually a field audit.

Episode Three: "All in the Family"

A 30-year-old woman is swept off her feet by the man of her dreams. And for the crucial third date, he takes her for a fabulous ski weekend in Utah... where she meets his five other wives.

I'm hoping we can get a 22-episode deal with the new CW network.

Posted by: Jake at February 1, 2006 06:48 AM

I guess I'm a bit too young for Cool Hand Luke....I always thought that 'What we have he-are, is a fa-ail-ure to co-mmu-ni-cate.' was straight from the Guns & Roses song "Civil War".

Fascinating blog Robert....I'm a longtime reader, first time poster...

Posted by: PicklesDad at February 1, 2006 06:49 AM

Jake:

Let's talk to Pat.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at February 1, 2006 07:44 AM

PicklesDad:

Thanks for De-lurking. Great compliment. I only know Guns n' Roses from their name and photos that feature their, um, big haircuts, so I didn't even know that they quoted Cool Hand Luke.

I am old.

Check out the film. It is awesome.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at February 1, 2006 07:47 AM

Hey we could mix genres by doing some episodes about "conjugal visit" dates to the women's prison! I'm just old enough to remember a few Roger Corman classics. His work was nicely parodied in the "Catholic High School Girls in Trouble" segment of "Kentucky Fried Movie" by Jim Abrahams and the Zucker brothers of "Airplane" and "Naked Gun" fame. Another good segment in KFM is Bill Bixby flogging a new headache medicine called "Sanhedrin."

Posted by: Jake at February 1, 2006 07:55 AM

Jake:

Speaking of Roger Corman classics, a friend just lent me a film called "Blood Island." It's about two GI's stuck on a "Jap Island" during WWII. Here's the hook: one is a Jew the other Christian. They have to work out their "differences."

Uh-huh.

It is wretched beyond belief. Not even camp.

Here's the good part.

It's based on a short story by Philip Roth.

I bet you don't see that on Phil's resume.

PS: I love KFM. "Especially Catholic HS Girls in Trouble."

Posted by: Robert Avrech at February 1, 2006 08:04 AM

My dad's Freshman English professor at University of Chicago in 1957? Philip Roth. To this day my dad boasts that he was the only student in the class who got an "A" without sleeping with the instructor.

Nobody does spoof better than the KFM/Airplane/Naked Gun guys. Abrahams and the Zuckers are probably my #1 comedy influences. But they only do it right when they all work together. Try another one of their lesser-seen gems: "Top Secret" a great spoof of a lot of WW II movies, including "Great Escape."

I'm willing to call Pat if you are!

Posted by: Jake at February 1, 2006 08:10 AM

Oy, Kentucky Fried Movie...I'm old enough (like you Robert!) to have gone to the original live show of Kentucky Fried Theatre.

Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at February 1, 2006 08:12 AM

Randi:

I went to the theatre once in my life, and then never again.

No close-ups.
No montage.
No car-chases.
And the acting was so... theatrical.

I'm a child of the movies.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at February 1, 2006 08:17 AM

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