THE COMEDIAN, written
by Rod Serling and directed by John Frankenheimer for Playhouse 90, is a
searing, behind-the-camera look at the grubby side of TV. Exhilarating
to both eye and ear, it's a testament to the power and creativity
television had in the '50s to tell stories as forcefully as theatrical
films – a capability which commercialism has steadily chipped away over
the years. NETWORK (1976), which tells
that story, was also scripted in blood by Serling).
Mickey Rooney,
quite possibly giving the best performance of his long and still extant
career, plays Sammy Hogarth, short of statue, long of wind – an
egomaniacal TV comedian who demands perfection from everyone who knows
or works for him. His main targets are his spineless brother (singer Mel
Torme), indentured for life as Sammy's personal toady; and his head
writer (Edmond O'Brien), who in desperation to please his ravenous boss
has plagiarized material from a dead comic. The story is told mainly
from O'Brien's point of view, and we honestly feel for him as he digs
himself into an ever-deeper hole trying to hold on to his job and his
self-respect. Rooney portrays Sammy in grand, scenery-chewing style as a
pitiless powerhouse so frantic to win the undying love of his fans that
he'll do anything to achieve that end. Yet, s.o.b. that he is, he still
manages to come off as a three-dimensional human being, thanks to the
brilliance of Serling's writing and Rooney's acting. The entire cast is
remarkable, including Torme, O’Brien, Kim Hunter and King Donovan, all
obviously so well tuned to their roles that they seem to move past mere
acting and create gestures and expressions that make you feel you're
watching real people, not just great line-readers. And get this: they
were filmed live – no retakes. This is drama as good as it gets. (Trivia
note: Rooney, a famously fanatical philanderer, purportedly brought
many ladies to the casting sessions and had them cast as dancers and
extras. Sammy would approved.) Available at Netflix.
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