September 5th, 2008
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Dick Cavett interviews Lucille Ball
Here’s the comedy legend talking to Cavett about the one thing she’s knows practically everything about: Comedy.
First off, people who’ve never seen Lucy just sit and talk might be a bit surprised at her demeanor. My good friend Jim was a very close, personal friend of Lucy’s and although he speaks highly of her and her wit and humor, he also admits to a very serious side to her. I guess we never think of Lucy Ricardo as sitting down and having conversations about anything other than grapes, pies, and Vitametavegimin. But the real Lucy was a very different story. As the clip goes on and she begins to speak of her craft and making television history, remember that she and Desi pioneered the three camera set-up that’s still used today when filming a show before a live audience. Lucy was more than funny, she was a creative genius.
For a tiny portion of her life, Ball gave master classes in comedy. I remember she was teaching one in Chicago for 2 weeks. I tried to sign up, but it was booked almost a year in advance.
Here, Cavett cleverly asks Ball about learning to be funny. A question I can answer and echo Lucy with: No. You can’t. Timing can’t be taught.
However, they get into a deeper conversation about what to do and how to treat comedy. Comedy in and of itself is telling the truth. That’s the only thing that’s funny. If you’re not telling the truth, you won’t get the laugh. Period. Ball then answers with the greatest lesson she herself learned in a moment of fury at one of her students:
“Shut up, and LISTEN!”
This is going to be my new credo. As a teacher, and a student.
See more Kristin Chenoweth videos at Funny or Die
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Krsiten Chenowith is a National Treasure.
NSFW, Language
(Thanks to Honey)
Another brilliant and hilarious monologue from Jonathon over at Cinema Styles. And I must say, I have to agree. JUST another day? Scarlett sounds like she just did the laundry or something. Someone needs to fix that, for the love of Pete.

Is that the best you can come up with? "Tomorrow is another day?" Try this on for size: Tomorrow is a brand new day. See, that's optimistic! That's saying, "Tomorrow is a brand new opportunity for me to turn things around, to really make a change for the better!" But "another day?" It's generic. Tuesday last week? Another day. Third Friday this October? Another day. That time you slapped Prissy around before squeezing a baby out of Melanie? Another day. They're all just another day, each and every one of them. Just a couple of words waiting for Paul McCartney to put some music on 'em. If that's the best you can do to motivate yourself I gotta be honest with you, I don't blame Rhett for leaving you. I mean really, who wants to be with someone with such a weak grasp of motivational language? I'd probably leave you too. And not to be too picky, but as the final statement on the four hour story of your life? One word: Limp. I could go on, but frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.

Is that the best you can come up with? "Tomorrow is another day?" Try this on for size: Tomorrow is a brand new day. See, that's optimistic! That's saying, "Tomorrow is a brand new opportunity for me to turn things around, to really make a change for the better!" But "another day?" It's generic. Tuesday last week? Another day. Third Friday this October? Another day. That time you slapped Prissy around before squeezing a baby out of Melanie? Another day. They're all just another day, each and every one of them. Just a couple of words waiting for Paul McCartney to put some music on 'em. If that's the best you can do to motivate yourself I gotta be honest with you, I don't blame Rhett for leaving you. I mean really, who wants to be with someone with such a weak grasp of motivational language? I'd probably leave you too. And not to be too picky, but as the final statement on the four hour story of your life? One word: Limp. I could go on, but frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.
