Category: By Larry Brody

Arnold Schwarzenegger Owes Me Bigtime

by Larry Brody

40 years ago this month – OMG! OMFG! I’m fucking OLD! – I went to work as an “Executive Story Consultant” on the series THE STREETS OF SAN FRANCISCO.

It wasn’t a match made in heaven. Oh, I loved and respected the Big Boss, Quinn Martin, but the day-to-day producer of the series at that time very obviously resented my 27-year-old presence on the show. (In those days TV producers usually were in their late 40s or their 50s.) Worse, my shiny new red Alfa Romeo kept breaking down when it was time to go home. read article

Should You Give Falling Skies Another Chance?

by Larry Brody

Why you should give Falling Skies another chance

Steven Spielberg launched two science fiction TV shows last year — in a time when science fiction seems to be a third rail of television. One was Terra Nova, a show about time travel and dinosaurs. The other was Falling Skies, a show about alien invasion and post-humans. There are two huge differences between these shows: One of them is dead. And the other one is worth watching.

As it goes into its second season, Falling Skies takes the Spielberg ethos forward, and shows genuine promise of becoming something worth taking seriously. It’s still not a perfect show, but it’s good and getting better. Here are a bunch of reasons why you should give Falling Skiesanother shot on Sunday. With basically no spoilers for season two.

Read it all read article

Bruce Campbell Can Play Me Anytime

by Larry Brody

Just saying…

Bruce Campbell dazzles Philly Comic Con [Video] [Bruce Campbell] (IMAGE)

Bruce Campbell dazzles Philly Comic Con

by An Nicholson

Bruce Campbell is like Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride. He’s the acid trip you took in high school. He’s the unboxed Cat in the Hat. Heck, he’s the mad hatter without a hat. He’s a whirling dervish that never stops whirling. Unstopped and uncorked, he’s the madcap genie out of the bottle. If you ever have the chance to attend a Bruce Campbell panel, don’t ask questions — just GO! read article

LB: ROUTE 66 and NAKED CITY, Si. Bert Leonard? Nah

by Larry Brody

By the time I managed to locate Bert Leonard, all that was left of him fit into a small unit in a self-storage facility in Los Angeles that was hemmed in by concertina wire and a row of spindly palm trees.

– Susan Orlean

All that was left of him was not a storage unit.  That wasn’t all that was left of his life.  He had all of his children around him, and he got to understand that he was leaving us behind.  He didn’t die alone. read article

Questions, Questions, Questions

by Larry Brody

In the course of my so-called career, I’ve found that new writers always lead off any conversation with the same two questions:

  1. How did you get started?
  2. How do I get an agent?

Even I get tired of talking about myself, so let’s move on to the agent thing for now, okay? read article