In the early seventies I had the honor of dating Mike Nichols. In no way is my remembrance meant to take away from the love he had for the fascinating and the cherished Diane Sawyer who also has been kind to me, but I feel sharing a historic moment about him is important and, sadly so, newsworthy.
Look at the history of the award for Best Picture. It is littered with bad choices that get more and more glaring over time as the titles that lost rise in popularity and prominence over those that won.
I don't loathe Valentine's Day -- I just loathe the pressure placed on people. Buy a single rose, if you must. Buy an Otis Redding album (always do that). And watch a movie, preferably a movie in which romance goes terribly awry -- like Vertigo.
All great movies -- and great movie endings -- stay in our memories as normal or indifferent ones never could. They're like great taglines -- their strength lies in the very fact that we can't forget them.
Late one weeknight, after I had finished my set, I collected my cab fare at Catch A Rising Star, and hung out looking for a comic to share a ride to the Improvisation. I joined Bobby Kelton and Andy Kaufman (two fellow comics) at a table in the back of the showroom.