if we're talking about direction we have to mention the incomparable fred savage. i loved him in the wonder years and in his short lives but terrific NBC sitcom working
but who thought he would make such a fantastic director? going back to the theme of friendship, he directed an episode in the third season called a fish called raven wherein raven has to choose between saving her own reputation or sabotaging her best friend eddie's (played masterfully
by orlando brown) basketball game
masterful direction, i think savage has a true gift for depicting what a real friendship is like
ALSO there was a character, if i recall, that commanded great power and admiration from his peers because he had moved all the way from mystical Florida, which i can relate with
well savage just understands network tv sitcoms like it was walking, man grew up there.
while in many ways his work on the show eclipses seatons, he's still following the basic template that seaton laid down. Yes he expands upon it and takes it in new interesting directions as evidenced by the episode you mentioned but Seatons early work too often gets ignored with regards to this imo
If I had psychic powers I would sell out at the very first opportunity
Fuck hiding it, I'm gonna go co-host with Montel
Get paid get laid that's my motto
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but dies in the process.
and the character she played on the show was named Raven
but somehow I never made the connection they have the same name
A ton of sitcoms have done this
I've never figured out why
well for established comedians it was because they were super famous for their stand-up, and the writing at first revolved around their stand-up. So naming it the Cosby Show people were like "Oh Bill Cosby he's hilarious, let's watch that"
it would be crucial to understand that Stand-Up comedy went through a huge boom in the late seventies and eighties, where headlining at a comedy club was serious money and they were really well known.
I think there's an episode about selling out? Most of what I remember from TSR was thinking Raven's red headed friend was pretty hot, and this one episode where Raven, disguised as her own grandmother?, threatens to hit somebody with her purse. She shouts, "I've got a purse! With buckles! Ow!" while waving said purse around. Me and my friend saw this at like 3 in the morning and thought it was the funniest shit ever. We quoted it constantly. Basically I'm saying I was a terrible teenager.
and the character she played on the show was named Raven
but somehow I never made the connection they have the same name
A ton of sitcoms have done this
I've never figured out why
well for established comedians it was because they were super famous for their stand-up, and the writing at first revolved around their stand-up. So naming it the Cosby Show people were like "Oh Bill Cosby he's hilarious, let's watch that"
Sure
I meant more stuff like Spin City or Two and a Half Men or whatever
and the character she played on the show was named Raven
but somehow I never made the connection they have the same name
A ton of sitcoms have done this
I've never figured out why
well for established comedians it was because they were super famous for their stand-up, and the writing at first revolved around their stand-up. So naming it the Cosby Show people were like "Oh Bill Cosby he's hilarious, let's watch that"
Sure
I meant more stuff like Spin City or Two and a Half Men or whatever
well for charlie sheen it was probably because he would forget what his fake name was on set.
Thats so Raven (future)
Thats so Raven (future)
Thats so Raven (future)
Thats so Raven (lets go)
[Raven]
If you could gaze into the future
You might think life would be a breeze
(life is a breez)
Seeing trouble from a distance (yeah, go rae)
But its not that easy (oh no)
I try to save the situation
Then i end up misbeheaving (oh oh oh)
[Orlando]
Hey now, what you say now bout to put it down
Come on and take a ride with Ra now
And the future looks great now
and eveythings gonna change now (lets rock)
[Raven]
(lets go) yeah (go Ra) (lets go)
Thats so Raven its the future i can see
Thats so Raven so mysterious to me
Theodore Flooseveltproud parent of eight beautiful girls and shalmelodorne (which is currently being ruled by a woman (awesome role model for my daughters)) #dornedadRegistered Userregular
I would imagine a lot of sitcoms that are/were conceived of primarily as vehicles for their stars caw them by their real name for branding
this show was nominated for an emmy twice and did not win, which i consider to be a great travesty of justice. i haven't taken that award show seriously since and honestly i am not sure that i ever can
people always talk of leo dicaprio not winning an oscar but i think the raven snubs are far far worse
this show was nominated for an emmy twice and did not win, which i consider to be a great travesty of justice. i haven't taken that award show seriously since and honestly i am not sure that i ever can
people always talk of leo dicaprio not winning an oscar but i think the raven snubs are far far worse
Thats so Raven (future)
Thats so Raven (future)
Thats so Raven (future)
Thats so Raven (lets go)
[Raven]
If you could gaze into the future
You might think life would be a breeze
(life is a breez)
Seeing trouble from a distance (yeah, go rae)
But its not that easy (oh no)
I try to save the situation
Then i end up misbeheaving (oh oh oh)
[Orlando]
Hey now, what you say now bout to put it down
Come on and take a ride with Ra now
And the future looks great now
and eveythings gonna change now (lets rock)
[Raven]
(lets go) yeah (go Ra) (lets go)
Thats so Raven its the future i can see
Thats so Raven so mysterious to me
definitely in the top five of show openings of all time
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I got to give it up for my brother
Cooper, cooper. We gon to Taylor's house.
but who thought he would make such a fantastic director? going back to the theme of friendship, he directed an episode in the third season called a fish called raven wherein raven has to choose between saving her own reputation or sabotaging her best friend eddie's (played masterfully
by orlando brown) basketball game
masterful direction, i think savage has a true gift for depicting what a real friendship is like
and the character she played on the show was named Raven
but somehow I never made the connection they have the same name
But it's the same exact name...
while in many ways his work on the show eclipses seatons, he's still following the basic template that seaton laid down. Yes he expands upon it and takes it in new interesting directions as evidenced by the episode you mentioned but Seatons early work too often gets ignored with regards to this imo
They have to keep track of the numbers thought because if they run out of ravens then the monarchy falls.
A ton of sitcoms have done this
I've never figured out why
If I had psychic powers I would sell out at the very first opportunity
Fuck hiding it, I'm gonna go co-host with Montel
Get paid get laid that's my motto
Uh-oh I accidentally deleted my signature. Uh-oh!!
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
she's like a witch but also a teen
Why not
well for established comedians it was because they were super famous for their stand-up, and the writing at first revolved around their stand-up. So naming it the Cosby Show people were like "Oh Bill Cosby he's hilarious, let's watch that"
You are so not Raven
Will Smith gave a pretty good answer to that on the Graham Norton show.
Steam
Sure
I meant more stuff like Spin City or Two and a Half Men or whatever
Not raven in the least.
Raven champion should be either Quoth or Javen.
well for charlie sheen it was probably because he would forget what his fake name was on set.
same with who's the boss
Raven
Thats so Raven (future)
Thats so Raven (future)
Thats so Raven (future)
Thats so Raven (lets go)
[Raven]
If you could gaze into the future
You might think life would be a breeze
(life is a breez)
Seeing trouble from a distance (yeah, go rae)
But its not that easy (oh no)
I try to save the situation
Then i end up misbeheaving (oh oh oh)
[Orlando]
Hey now, what you say now bout to put it down
Come on and take a ride with Ra now
And the future looks great now
and eveythings gonna change now (lets rock)
[Raven]
(lets go) yeah (go Ra) (lets go)
Thats so Raven its the future i can see
Thats so Raven so mysterious to me
Micheal J Fox was also called Mike
make em a household name faster
people always talk of leo dicaprio not winning an oscar but i think the raven snubs are far far worse
Rawr!
they couldn't handle the raven
definitely in the top five of show openings of all time
love love LOVE orlando's verse