by Mark Gabrish Conlan • Copyright © 2012 by Mark Gabrish Conlan • All rights reserved
The evening’s entertainment
was an old episode of the Milton Berle Show from the last year of its original run (1956),
shot from the deck of the aircraft carrier U.S.S. Hancock as it was docked in San Diego (though given the
murky quality of the black-and-white kinescope it was hard to make out much of
the scenery or anything else that would look like San Diego visually.
Originally aired on April 3, 1956, it’s a Berle show that has become
particularly famous because Elvis Presley was one of the guests, though he was
just thrown into the mix of personnel that otherwise represented a much earlier
generation of entertainment: Esther Williams (seen first in a gown, lowered
from a platform that made it look like she was going to execute one of her
famous dives into San Diego harbor; she didn’t, though — at the time she was
moving away from swimming roles and
was about to make a film at Universal called The Unguarded Moment, playing a high-school teacher being sexually
harassed by a male student: the film was a flop and pretty much killed her
big-screen career), Harry James and Buddy Rich. Rich appeared just as Harry
James’ drummer, and James played “You Made Me Love You” and then “Two O’Clock
Jump,” his infamous knockoff of Count Basie’s hit “One O’Clock Jump,” which at
least gave Rich the chance to shine (it opened with a long drum solo and then
featured Rich superbly driving James and the band). Williams got to do a later
segment in a bathing suit, and there was a nerdy guy identified only as
“Francis” who supposedly was a sailor on board the Hancock who had just won a contest for a date with
Williams — and who made a joke about Berle being in unrequited love with him,
which (along with the lines about sailors being self-sufficient on their long
voyages and therefore not needing girls) plays quite a bit differently now than
it no doubt did in 1956! (Berle doesn’t appear in drag in this episode, but he
did do a surprising amount of gender-bending on his show overall.) One of the
most obnoxious characteristics of the Milton Berle program was his insistence
on horning into everything — he didn’t just introduce people like Ed Sullivan did, he insisted on
performing with them whether he had anything to add to their act or not. With
Williams he did an engaging if sometimes arch parody duet on the song “Memories
Are Made of This,” purporting to detail the memories sailors brought back with
them on long deployments (and of course they couldn’t resist a final joke about
them throwing up due to the awfulness of Navy food!) and with Elvis … well,
therein hangs a tale.
The show opened with brief snippets of the stars
introducing themselves and their acts, and Elvis, backed (for one of the few
times in his career) only by his own (acoustic) guitar, sang a couple of lines of “Shake, Rattle
and Roll” — a song I wished he’d done “complete” later on in the show. Instead,
looking ill at ease, he stood with his legendary Sun Records band (Scotty
Moore, lead guitar; Bill Black, upright bass; and D. J. Fontana, drums) and ground out “Heartbreak Hotel” and
the song he identified as his newest RCA Victor release (he did not say “my latest RCA Victor escape — I mean,
release,” as he did on some of his other early TV appearances), Carl Perkins’
“Blue Suede Shoes.” The ironies are really heavy-duty on that one; when Sun owner Sam Phillips sold Elvis’s contract
to RCA Victor, Perkins was the artist he was hoping would replace Elvis at the
top of the music world, and Perkins’ Sun record of “Blue Suede Shoes” was the
song he thought would accomplish that — only on his way to appear on the Ed
Sullivan Show, Perkins and his band were
involved in a serious auto accident and, while Perkins himself was only
slightly injured, his brother Jay was laid up for six months. In later years,
Perkins was philosophical about it, figuring that even without the accident he wouldn’t
have been able to compete with Elvis: “The girls were going for him for more
reasons than music. Elvis was hitting them with sideburns, flashy clothes and
no ring on that finger. I had three kids.” Elvis’s performance on the Berle
show (which has turned up in several documentaries and compilation films) is
O.K. but hardly seems electrifying; even his moves, which wowed ’em back in
1956 (and got him denounced as obscene), seem stiff and wooden, a far cry from
the African-American performers like Cab Calloway who had pioneered this sort
of act. (James Brown launched his career the same year Elvis did — 1956 — and
there’s no contest in terms of who more impressively commanded a stage; though
the charts of the time prove that Blacks as well as whites were buying Elvis’s
records, any African-American who actually saw him perform in those early years
probably shook his or her head and thought, “Pretty good for a white guy.”)
The
weirdest part of the Elvis segment occurs afterwards, when Berle comes on in Elvis
drag and represents himself as “Elvis’s twin brother, Melvin Presley” (one
wonders what on earth Elvis
thought of that, especially since he had had a real twin brother, Jesse, who had died in infancy: a
psychological blow that according to his biographers haunted him all his life),
smashing his guitar as part of a rock ’n’ roll parody that looks astonishingly
like the footage of Pete Townshend and Jimi Hendrix practicing aggression on their guitars in the film Monterey Pop 11 years later. Elvis seems really flummoxed by
the whole gag — he can’t remember either the name of Milton Berle’s character
or his own name — whereas Esther Williams had taken having to participate in a
parody with the show’s star with consummate professionalism. The imdb.com
synopsis of this show describes a Berle parody with Harry James as well — “As
James, Rich, and the orchestra play ‘Tiger Rag,’ Berle attempts to join them on
trumpet … ,” but that number is missing from the archive.org download of this
show. (Probably just as well.) Frankly, Milton Berle’s act dates badly — his
insistence to his writers that his jokes be “lappy” (i.e., that they be so
simple and unsophisticated that they landed right in the laps of his audience)
means that they don’t wear well (other 1950’s TV comedians like Sid Caesar,
less popular at the time, wear better — but then his writers’ room gave us Carl
Reiner, Mel Brooks, Larry Gelbart and Woody Allen!) — though one appreciates
his sheer energy and the grim determination with which he built from a middling
movie career as a character comedian to be one of TV’s first superstars (as
Jackie Gleason and Lucille Ball also managed to rise from mediocre big-screen
careers to TV mega-stardom).
