They don't make 'em like they used to


What the Hell is this, I thought to myself? Oh my God, TV has changed a lot. This is almost like a Will Ferrell/SNL parody of the Swinging Sixties–hey, which guest is the drunkest/highest/hippest/gayest/cigarette-smoking-est/most-showboating-est. But still, even though it was before my time, I'm nostalgic for this kind of reality talk show. It beats Pat Kenny with a broom handle.

Oh, and the eventual duet between Sammy Davis and Anthony Newley is stellar, with a huge arrangement too–where's the rest of that massive orchestra hiding?