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Tuesday, December 31, 2002

GOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGG! chuckie baby! circa 1976 circa 2002
With the imminent release of the George Clooney-directed film adaptation of Chuck Barris' autobiography (which I freely admit I'm looking forward to catching), the requisite supporting hype is starting to emerge. None is more interesting that the words of Chuckie Baby himself. He feels he's getting a bum rap on his legacy. Oh well, I suppose if he's really that ticked off, he could always whack somebody.

Actually, this interview from close to a year ago was much more insightful. Not only do we see how he looks today (way to lose that faux afro!), but we learn that he's been holed up in France, of all places. I'm surprised they didn't bestow a Jerry Lewis-style adoration on him; must be the CIA connection working against him.

Amazingly, this is not the first Chuck Barris movie ever made. Believe it or not, The Gong Show Movie actually exists and graced screens 20 years ago.

If anyone 25 years ago would have claimed that The Gong Show was a show way ahead of it's time, they'd have been tossed into the nuthouse. But let's face it: what is today's crapfest of reality TV shows but the refined spawn of this hard-to-forget classic? I'll take Chuckie Baby over that British asshole on American Idol any day of the week, thanks. (Actually, maybe they should give those American Idol judges a gong; it would give them something to do other than just sit there making obscene facial gestures.)