Sunday, September 02, 2007
Three cheers for Jerry
A Tabloid Baby tip of the hat to Robert Lloyd at the LA Times, who for once offers a tribute to Jerry Lewis that isn't a backhanded compliment or a hipster's veiled slap. In anticipation of the 21 1/2 hour telethon that begins this evening, Lloyd lays it out, reminding that "before there was Live Aid-- or Live 8 or Live Earth-- there was Jerry Lewis and his telethon... Labor Day Weekend... each year with a mixture of famous faces, just-flew-in-from comics, spangly lounge singers and solid citizens bearing checks. And presiding over it all, the man the French call Le Roi du Crazy.
"Jerry Lewis MDA Labor Day Telethon" is that thing that barely exists anymore, an actual television event-- and a variety show, to boot, while we're counting our nearly extinct species. But it is also remarkable in the way that Lewis-- not too proud to beg, cry or stick cigarettes in his ears if it will get you to send him a dollar-- has come, in an almost religious way, to embody his mission. It's his totally wired, sleep-sacrificing performance-- clownish, rabbinical, sentimental, slapstick -- that gives this marathon its weird ritual power. (The telethon raised $61 million last year, so "power" seems apt.) There is nothing quite like it.
I wouldn't want to claim that Lewis won't live to see a cure for any or all of the 40-some neuromuscular diseases that MDA funds help fight, because evidence suggests he can't be killed. At 81, he has fought prostate cancer, diabetes, pulmonary fibrosis, viral meningitis, a bleeding ulcer, two heart attacks and an addiction to painkillers from injuries sustained in the pursuit of comedy. But he has never missed a telethon.
Give til it hurts.