Posted on 12/15/2005 6:04:54 PM PST by presidio9
Some former child actors cringe and protest when reminded by loyal fans of long-ago projects. Not Peter Billingsley, star of A Christmas Story.
According to journalist Rebecca Murray, he seems to genuinely light up when the movie is mentioned.
Billingsley is also used to passersby tossing their favorite quotes at him. They all still love it, he told Murray. People ask him if hes tired of talking about it, but hes not. Im really, really proud to be a part of it.
Billingsley still appears in front of the cameras now and then. (He had an uncredited role in last years seasonal hit, Elf, playing - what else? - an elf. He also served as the movies executive producer.
He was executive producer on Zathura, which is still playing locally in theatres. In the upcoming comedy, The Break-Up, starring Vince Vaughn and Jennifer Anniston, he also does dual duty in front of and behind the camera.
Its all part of a day in the life of a talented man who, unlike some child stars, was able to make his way gracefully from kid to grownup and remain in show business.
He credits his parents with this successful transition. From the beginning, back in New York City, the Billingsleys looked on the whole thing as fun, and never let themselves take their sons stardom too seriously. It was also something that was just done for fun, Peter said, in a 2002 interview with Wayne Chinsang. If it wasnt fun, it was going to stop.
On the advice of friends who told her that her sons were cute, Peters mother took them to a agent. The first one said we were too fat, the next one said too ugly, but the third one said, Yeah, theyll work, Peter said.
The three-year-olds first gig was a Geritol commercial. Other commercials followed, and then some forgettable movies. The Billingsleys moved to Phoenix, Ariz., and struck gold in 1983 with A Christmas Story.
Well, not literally gold. The movie was made with a modest budget by a director, Bob Clark, who believed in it. They (Bob and Jean Shepherd) tried for 12 years to get that film made, Peter said. Bob had to agree to direct another junky film for the studio to greenlight it. They hardly gave him any money. MGM didnt support the release of the movie.
It was so different, Jean Shepherd said in a 1998 interview for TV Guide. It was too real, and MGM didnt think kids would like it.
Theres no way for Peter to avoid the movie, even if he tried, not even in his own family. When the Billingsleys get together in Phoenix for Christmas, someone will invariably slip it in the VCR.
He doesnt mind the connection. Its a great film, he told Chinsang in the 2002 interview. Its something I want to be known for.
Besides a modest paycheck from the movie, Peter was allowed to keep one of the specially made Red Ryder BB guns, the cowboy suit, and the pink bunny suit. Its tucked away, he said. But the gun is really cool.
Peter never really left Hollywood, although he did vanish from sight for a while, leading to those predictable rumors that he died a derelict drug addict and was buried in an unmarked grave.
Thats not his style. He joked with Chinsang about his unremarkable, non-glamorous upbringing. Theres nothing to talk about, he said. I grew up in a loving family in Phoenix. I tried a cigarette once.
What Peter did do was move into editing, some writing, directing, and then producing, where he is most active today. He frequently teams up on projects with friends such as actor Vince Vaughn and director Jon Favreau.
Favreau and Peter collaborated on IFCs popular Dinner for Five, which ran for five seasons. Zathura and The Break-Up continue their association as director and producer.
Peter acknowledges there have been many changes since 1983 in the way Hollywood markets pictures. Today, there are so many things that are our of your control, he said. All that you can really ever do, which is what we did with A Christmas Story, is tell a great story.
I don't know about anyone here, but I've seen comments elsewhere that seem to indicate some people think this movie takes place "in the Fifties." With no TV and the hero listening to "Little Orphan Annie" on the radio? Actually, the period detail makes it either 1939 or 1940. Can't be any earlier because of the Wizard of Oz movie characters in the Christmas parade, can't be any later because World War II (December 7, 1941 on) would get in the way. After the war is just too late. If I recall correctly, though, Jean Shepherd was his viewpoint character's age even earlier in the Thirties.
Also, Shepherd was from Hammond, Indiana (one of the industrial Chicago suburbs in northwest Indiana). He gave the town a fake name in the book the movie is taken from, but the street names he referred to still map onto Hammond. In the movie, the Old Man makes a comment while reading the newspaper about "somebody down in Griffith, Indiana." Hammond is north of that, so the geographical relationship is right, although nobody would say "Indiana" the way he did because it would simply go without saying as it's the same state and everybody in Hammond would know where Griffith is.
However, the exteriors for the movie were shot in Cleveland for some reason (which is why the department store is Higbee's and not Goldblatt's as it was in the book). Goldblatt's was a real though now extinct Chicago-area chain. Somebody was even trying to sell "Ralphie's house" (the house in the Cleveland area used for the exterior scenes) on eBay recently...I think the price was around $95,000 the last I looked, which may be about right for a house like that in that neighborhood even without Ralphie.
Ain't even gonna axe how or why you had access to that book title and picture. Nope, ain't gonna do it.
Oh my.
That's Bill Russell, former Dodger shortstop and later their manager, right?
No. I love Christmas and watch all the Christmas movies from the Claymations to the original "Christmas In Connecticut". Ma and Pa Walton dont make it through the year without me and neither does Charlie Brown's tree. This is the first year I have seen this movie. I ordered it on Netflix and we were disappointed.
I didnt mean to rain on anybody's parade.
I had the opportunity to sample almost all of the brands. I never could figure out why my dad didn't get the soap treatment. Life is not fair.
Some people are trying to turn the house into a museum.
No he was the jinxed Brady cousin.
When I swore, I felt a hand going across my face... Which soap tasted the best???
left to right, Peter Billingsley (Ralphie), Zack Ward (Scut Farkus), Director Bob Clark, R.D. Robb (Schwartz), Ian Petrella (Randy), and Scott Schwartz (Flick).
Yep...poor Ralphie, he would try anything to get that Red Ryder gun...
And what really touches me so much about this movie, is that it always appears that the old man is not paying attention to Ralphies quest for the gun...yet, at the very end, we find, that the old man has a soft heart, has been paying attention to Ralphie all along and has great love for his son...he may be gruff, he may use coarse language, but most of all he loves his boys, and he made sure that his Ralphie got that Red Ryder Gun...
And for Ralphie, as he says at the end, while laying in bed with his beloved gun, it was the greatest Christmas present he ever received...this just brings me to tears...
I really don't think you're talking about the same movie.
In that pic, he looks like a young Al Franken during his prepubescent peroxide stage...
However, many of the things in the movie (the tree, the school, the neighborhood, the toys, the Santa Land at the department store) prevailed in the Midwest in practically identical form into the mid-50's.
So those of us who grew up after the war (I was born in '48) have memories of similar scenes from our childhood, as can be demonstrated by the comments on this thread.
http://www.sniggle.net/libertine.php
Jean Shepherd died last weekend at the age of 78 More than 40 years ago, this most gifted of radio monologists a lost breed, to be sure perpetrated one of the great hoaxes of the century and, in the process, taught us a great deal about intellectual pretension masquerading as critical judgment.
Shep was an icon all along the East Coast, especially in New York. For 21 years, he broadcast on WOR-AM, mostly on an all-night show and, on Saturdays, live from the Limelight Cafe in Greenwich Village.
Working in free form, seemingly without a script, he spun hilarious tales from his Indiana boyhood and delivered social commentary on the culture of the 50s and 60s. Marshall McLuhan hailed him as the first radio novelist; a series of stories from his book In God We Trust, All Others Pay Cash was made into the 1983 film A Christmas Story (written and narrated by Shepherd) which TV Guide called one of the great Christmas classics of all time.
But for all his penchant for nostalgic story-telling and no one could weave a tale as skillfully as he Shepherd was no homespun hick. On the contrary he championed the poetry of Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Sax Rohmer and Robert W. Service, produced an acclaimed PBS series, Jean Shepherds America and was one of the earliest writers for the Village Voice. Harpers Magazine once called him radios noble savage.
He also delivered the kind of trenchant and cynical observations on popular culture that quickly won him a cult following. Which is what led him to prick a few balloons in the mid-50s with his celebrated I, Libertine hoax in which Shepherd and his listeners created a national furor over a totally non-existent book.
It all started when I got into a discussion one day about people who pretend to know everything, Shepherd wrote later in the Voice. We thought it would be a good gag to undermine their faith by creating a demand for something that didnt even exist. We dreamed up the name and the author on the spot.
Set in England during the 1700s, I, Libertine chronicled the exploits of Lance Courtnay, by day a respected man about town, by night an uninhibited rake. Its author was said to be Frederick C. Ewing, an acknowledged expert in 18th-century erotica who completed the book while serving as a British civil servant in Rhodesia. Naturally, Ewing didnt exist, either.
Shepherd told his listeners to go into their local bookstores the next day and ask for I, Libertine. They did and the uproar began.
Prompted by the sudden demand, booksellers started calling Publishers Weekly trying to locate the distributor. Articles began appearing everywhere about the publishing sensation; the New York Times Book Review even included I, Libertine in its list of newly published works.
Some of Shepherds college listeners expanded the gag by writing serious-seeming papers on the book. A Columbia student submitted a review of I, Libertine as his thesis a B-plus. A Rutgers professor returned one meticulously footnoted paper on the fictitious Ewing with a note commending the student on his superb research. The Philadelphia Public Library even opened a card file on Ewing.
Friends would call to tell me that theyd met people at cocktail parties who claimed to have read it, Shepherd wrote. One of the professors at Rutgers casually mentioned the book at a Sunday literary meeting and somebody present said hed just finished it. When pressed, he was evasive about the plot.
In Boston, the book was banned by the Legion of Decency. New York Post gossip columnist Earl Wilson published a blurb, claiming hed had lunch with Freddy Ewing yesterday.
After about four weeks, the Wall Street Journal exposed the deception and it attracted international attention. In the ultimate irony, publisher Ian Ballantine who had been pursuing paperback rights to I, Libertine persuaded Shepherd to actually write the book, together with science-fiction author Theodore Sturgeon, under Ewings name.
Which soap tasted the best???
The one without the perfume..
My Christmas isn't complete until my family has watched A Christmas Story.
What movie did you watch? It couldn't have been this one because there was absolutely NO bad language in it. The reference to the f-word is an absolute movie classic and you have to be outrageously sensitive to have taken anything in this movie as vulgar. It is a wonderful family film.
As an aside, I was brought up in a pretty strict Catholic home and school and all of the boys of Ralphie's age would swear just because of the taboo of it. The girls in school never, ever swore nor would a boy swear around them. But that is the reality of little boys (in general) growing up in the fifties and sixties and pretending to do what they think men do.
Me too. I believe this is based in Hammond or something similar, on the Indiana side of Chicago (I forget the exact name of the town). I grew up about 50 miles from there and know exactly what you mean about the house, the snow, snowsuits, etc., etc. We watch it every Christmas. I think my favorite line is, "It... was... the... SOAP!"
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