Monthly Archives: February 2010

George Burns the Blunt William’s Holden

I watched Stalag 17 last night, a near-masterpiece of a film almost destroyed by the unwatchable and unfunny antics of the characters Animal and Shapiro. In fact, it was really two films in one: one real about the William Holden/Peter Graves characters and one tenth-rate vaudeville act involving Animal and Shapiro. Anyway, the best and most surprising scene was when the soldier who did the outstanding impersonations impersonated Hitler, passionately giving a speech composed of words like “apple streudel” and “gesundheit” (“everything is gesundheit!”). He neatly encapsulated everything that is so searingly repellant about Hitler’s speaking style, even if you cannot understand what he is saying.

My point in posting this was that watching the film illuminated a lyric (“George Burns the blunt William’s Holden”) from GZA’s 2002 song Fame, in which he tells a story (of sorts) using the first names of a wide variety of celebrities followed by using their last names  (or close variation of it) as the next word, if the name could be re-interpreted or presented as either a verb or noun – that is, as a verb or noun that could continue the “story.”  It’s clever and I listened to it a zillion times in 2002. Anyhow, William Holden is smoking a cigar throughout Stalag 17 from start to finish, which probably explains the line.

Fame, of course, is the third joint in which GZA exhibits similar such wordplay, the first being Labels (1994, using the names of record labels) and the second being Publicity (1999, using magazine titles). I don’t know if he tried it again with another topic, but it seems as if Fame was the crowning achievement of the concept.

They Like Our Food. They Like Our Girls. They Like Our Style.

What a great find is this pre-NetJets Braniff Air ad featuring Andy Warhol and Sonny Liston. It is played perfectly by both men. It is cleverly suggesting that you might meet a fascinating character on a Braniff flight but also humorously noting that people often sit next to people that they’d like to knock out.  (A professional boxer must be even more restrained than the common man in that regard!)  Warhol’s lines are also about as good as they could be for a twenty second ad. Liston’s look is priceless.

And the orange seats! My word!

I like the Warhol/Liston ad better than the Whitey Ford/Dali ad, which is OK, and delightful because surprising, but does not work the same way.