Thursday, January 04, 2007
"Can oou ytarec-tow me to ah lo-to!"*
A coworker was talking about Perini Scleroso, one of Andrea Martin's brilliant characters from SCTV, today and I thought to myself, "Hey, Crabbyself, where the shit did Andrea Martin go?!" I mean, I know she does the voice of an Edith Prickley-type character in some lame-ass Sesame Street cartoon on Elmo's World, 'cuz I remember watching it with the spawn, back when they were puny (to borrow Mr. Z's favorite word). But come on. Why isn't the woman who created Edith Prickley, Perini Scleroso, Mojo, Mrs. Falbo, Dutch Leonard, Edna Boil, and Libby Wolfson in every fucking comedy being made?!
Now, I'm a big fan of Catherine O'Hara, but face it, Andrea Martin was way funnier on SCTV. And I just looked her up on the IMDB, and I had to do a double-take 'cuz I thought I was reading the filmography of Ted McFuckingGinley. What the shit?! She's in that crappy xmas horror movie "Black Christmas"?! And she's doing voices on Kim Possible? And she's going to be in some mini-series called "St. Urbain's Horseman"?! St. Urbain's Huh - Whuh?!
I'd heard she was really religious -- like born-again kinda shit. Maybe that has something to do with it. Maybe the baby jesus didn't want her to make people piss their pants with laughter anymore. I dunno. I do, however, have a brush-with-greatness story involving Andrea Martin. I was working at Modern Videofilm, a video post house in L.A., in the early 90s, when I was called from the shipping department to one of the fancy editing rooms upstairs. When I got to the room, I was standing face to face with none other than Ms. Andrea Martin herself. After torpedoeing a steaming turdburger into my boxer-briefs, I asked how I could help. Ms. Martin, all four foot three or so of her, asked if I knew of any ice-cream establishments nearby. She was working on some comedy special and she had a taste for a frosty confection, apparently. I told her of a place next door and, as she was gathering up her purse, I said that I'd be happy to go pick something up for her. Well, she thought I was just the sweetest thing, dontcha know, and I speedy-deliveried on over there and picked up her fucking dessert. And then she thanked me. End of story.
Okay, so that's not the most riveting story in the world, but shit dude, I met Andrea Martin. That still doesn't explain why her career fell into the dumper after "Club Paradise." Somehow, I feel it has to be all Jim Belushi's fault.
Oh, I also worked with a guy in that shipping department who used to play "Ernie Fields" on "Eight is Enough." This dude:
Nice guy. A wee fellow. He was also about four feet tall. Strange.
What's my point? I have no idea. I'm just shitting out a post so I can go to sleep. But I sure wish Andrea Martin would snap out of it and do something funny, goddammit.
(*If I have to explain it, you're not a true fan.)