Wednesday, August 26, 2015

.....but here’s one possible timeline that explains Dean’s central role.

Ed Driscoll
Hey pallies, likes we have been growin' hungry for some new patter on our most beloved Dino as swingin' spyster Matt Helm, so we felt Dino-directed to do some google Dino-blog explorin' by puttin' Dean Martin and Matt Helm in the search engine.  Likes the first new thin' to pop up was the powerfully provocative post tagged , "Dean Martin: Matt Helm, or the Real Manchurian Candidate?"
Likes just readin' the title of this prose scribed by columnist Mr. Ed Driscoll for the blog "P J MEDIA." gots us wonderin' what sort of Dino-direction that Driscoll was headin' in.

Well, likes, it turns out that while we were a wee bit disappointed that the only mention of our Dino as Helm is in the title, we were incredibly impressed by Driscoll's undeniable understandin' of the remarkable role that our most beloved Dino played in "the collapse of postwar pop culture (that) occurred after the death of JFK,"

Driscoll  makes the extremely evocative proposal of  "one possible timeline that explains Dean’s central role."  Accordin' to Ed's theory, our Dino's role began with his historic hysterical intro of the Rolling Stones in 1964 on "The Hollywood Palace,   As Driscoll knowin'ly deducts...."Clearly, Martin saw the future as well — and was not happy."

Driscoll then coolly and convincin'ly connects the Dino-dots between our Dino's 1968 Christmas Special, his lead role in the 1970 big screen disaster epic, "Airport," and our Dino's "mid-seventies Roasts" establishin' the amazin' influence that our Dino had on changin' the culture of that day.

While we are guessin' that Mr. Driscoll is proposin' all this tongue-in-cheek, and probably doesn't even know the depths of what he is actually sayin'........he does a thrillin' job of showin' the tremendous transformin' power of our King of Cool over the culture.   One of the thin's that Driscoll doesn't mention, but truly shows the perfect power of our one and only man is how he single-handedly knocked the Beatles off the charts a mere year after he took on the Rolling Stones!

We are sorry that our feeble efforts truly ain't doin' justice to Mr. Ed Driscoll's extraordinary efforts, and that it took us almost three years to uncover this Dino-gem.  We strongly strongly encourage you to take the time to soak in each power-filled paragraph of Driscoll's evocative and provocative prose.
We sends our belated thank you very much to him for his profoundly powerful prose stunnin'ly showin' the power of Dino over the culture of his day.  To checks this out in it's original format, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram.   Deeply diggin' Dino, DMP

btw pallies know that we had planned on doin' a couple of follow up posts based on the two posts by Mr. James Lileks that somehow inspired Driscoll, but lookin' more closely at both of 'em, we find that they are just such complete downers we have chosen to let sleepin' dogs lie, if you know what we mean.

Dec 20, 2012

Dean Martin: Matt Helm, or the Real Manchurian Candidate?

Yes, as always, we ask the important questions ’round here.

Dean Martin has appeared twice in recent weeks on James Lileks’ Bleat, and both occurrences represent the dueling nadirs of postwar pop culture. Back in late November, Lileks featured stills from Dean Martin’s craptacular Celebrity Roasts from the mid-1970s. As I wrote back in my link, this was the last redoubt of my parents’ idols, after the New Left conquered Hollywood at the end of the previous decade.

But the handwriting was already on the wall, even before the left had won the war.

This week, Lileks featured stills from Deano’s 1968 hour-long Christmas “Special,” and on the previous day, wrote a great set-up to how the swank postwar Rat Pack era had sunk to such a cavernous depth:

It’s quite the artifact – an intersection of the waning culture and the new Hip, Vibrant, With-It culture that was seeping into everything. It’s mesmerizing and horrible. 1968 may have been the worst year between WW2 and 2001. Judging from this short 48-minute account of attitudes, styles, musical selections, design, clothing, and general tone, you might think that the culture was utterly exhausted, so incapable of doing anything but beaming treacle into the slack faces of middle-aged men and women pasted to their La-Z-Boys, huddling indoor against the winter wind and the shrieks of the dying society, that there was no way back.

We survived. Things got better.

Well, at least for a time. (True story: I read Lileks’ post featuring Deano’s Christmas Special on my Android tablet on the treadmill at the gym while listening to Peter Gabriel’s Security album on headphones. I almost fell off the machine the moment I was struck by the cognitive dissonance of those two never-the-Fairlight-shall-meet cultures colliding inside my cranium.)

Sociologists are still sifting through the evidence of how the collapse of postwar pop culture occurred after the death of JFK, but here’s one possible timeline that explains Dean’s central role. In 1964, Dean presented the nascent Rolling Stones to an American culture that was still digesting what it thought about the well-scrubbed, suit and tie wearing Beatles. The Stones, spurred on by manager Andrew Loog Oldham, were at the height of their anti-Beatle phase, inspiring such lines as ”Would you let your daughter marry a Rolling Stone?” and “The Beatles just wanted to hold your hand — the Rolling Stones wanted to rape and pillage your town.”

But the music industry quickly went all-in supporting the Beatles, Stones and similar groups. Shortly after the Beatles’ American debut, as Mark Steyn has written, Dean’s contemporary Nat “King” Cole saw the handwriting on the wall — or more precisely heard it; not through the grapevine, but through his telephone receiver. He “called up his record company, whose coffers he had enriched for many years, and hung up in disgust when the receptionist answered: ‘Capitol Records, home of the Beatles.’”

Clearly, Martin saw the future as well — and was not happy:

The haunting fear of what was to come lies all over Dean’s 1968 Christmas Special. The fulcrum that ties that show with his mid-seventies Roasts was 1970′s Airport, in which Deano played the pilot of the film’s Boeing 707, which was nearly blown out of the air by an angry bomber. Which means that Dean also inspired the seventies’ run of disaster films, featuring Earthquakes, Towering Infernos, sinking Poseidons, and an omnipresent Shelly Winters. These films would be fueled by (and would add fire to) the notion that America was in serious decline during that awful decade of Vietnam, Watergate, the Arab Oil Embargo, Iranian Hostage Crisis and polyester.

All of which forces us to reach our conclusion about Martin, and contemplating it is not an easy statement to make about a beloved cultural icon. But  considering the amount of damage the man unwittingly inflicted upon the culture, isn’t obvious that the real Manchurian Candidate wasn’t Laurence Harvey, but the enemy agent who spent years infiltrating the Rat Pack, and eventually passing himself off as Sinatra’s closet friend, before wreaking havoc on an unsuspecting nation?

Too much, you might ask? Well, consider this: I haven’t even mentioned Jerry Lewis until now.


BlueisCoool said...

Thank you my friend for this interesting read. It is always nice to see other peoples opinions, esp when it comes to Dino.

Have a great week.


dino martin peters said...

Hey pallie, likes thanks ever so much Scotty-o for your continual encouragement of our Dino-efforts...we loves readin's pallies who share such remarkable insight into the depth of how very very much our Dino impacted the culture of his day as well as today and always! Keeps lovin' our most beloved Dino!

Always On Watch said...

Love our Dino's eye-rolling reaction to the Stones!

dino martin peters said...

Hey pallie, likes Miss AOW, we loves how our most beloved Dino uses every part of his body in the coolest of cool ways...and what an exceptionally excellent example of that is the eye rollin' of the Stones! Keeps lovin' our most beloved Dino!