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My mom just called me to tell me about this. I didn't want to tell her I already knew--in fact posted it to MeFi long before her call--because I wanted to hear her reminisce about how much Korman made her laugh. And it occurred to me how much my entire family loved to gather round the telly once a week to watch Carol Burnett and laugh and laugh and laugh.
TV's not like that anymore, is it? The Burnett show is really one of the last moments of shared broadcast entertainment my mom and I have. Now she's all about nip/tuck and Bones and Medium and every single Lifetime Woman In Crisis movie, whereas I'm all about Lost and BSG and Any TV That's Got Its Gay On.
Pink Floyd got it wrong; we don't have 13 channels of shit on the TV to choose from. We've got a million, and none of it as funny or inspired as Burnett, Korman, Conway, and Lawrence. I'm sad. And probably not making sense.
I agree. You know, back in the day, a performer earned their show or a spot on it by first working with a great talent for a bit. The performers on Carol Burnette (other than Vicki) where seasoned performers when the show opened. Today it's 20 somethings that look adolescent and have no real talent. Advancement is about dollars, not entertainment.
The other problem is the writing. Used to be amazing stuff was put out every week. Rod Serling wrote those episodes until live air-time making changes. He was a huge talent. Like the Burnette writers. The amount of creative force/work they put in would never happen today with hack producers in charge of every adolescent trauma or hack-kneed 26 min. drama/comedy. I mean, how many permutations of the same courtroom detective show or self-indulgent teen 1/2 hour commercial tie-in do we need?!
The opiate of the masses, for sure. Everyone in the house has their own TV to watch their own show and enjoy the sedation on their own.
Damn it. Watching the Carol Burnett show at my grandparents' house every Saturday night, sitting next to the fireplace with the dog on my lap... well, it's just one of the best memories of my childhood, ever.