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NOW IT CAN BE TOLD: "ENTERTAINMENT TONIGHT" - THE EARLY YEARS
By Ben Falke
Whatever happened to Ron Hendren?
You remember Ron. He was that smart (for television,
at least), cheery, vaguely Southern, round-faced fellow with
even worse hair than David Letterman who came out of NBC
News and was one of the three hosts when "Entertainment
Tonight" first went on the air on September 14th, 1981.
Together with a former beauty queen named Marjorie Wallace
and a once-and-future soap opera actor named Tom Halleck,
Hendren gently nudged early E.T. viewers into watching
stories about a town in Washington that banned rock 'n' roll
dances, an exclusive interview with Burt Reynolds that went
on all week, chats with Brooke Shields, Walter Matthau,
Barry Manilow and Lana Turner, and other simple pleasures.
Halleck survived for just two weeks before
disappearing from E.T.'s syndicated screens forever. Wallace
was out by Halloween, replaced by the spunky Dixie Whatley.
As for Hendren, he coasted along relatively smoothly for two
years - until his agent confused the show's growing
popularity with his client's and made Paramount an offer it
was glad to refuse. A bland and pleasant fellow named Rob
Weller replaced Hendren. Ron then tried a variety of other
TV formats before moving to Hawaii to sell real estate.
I think about Hendren often these days as I watch
"Entertainment Tonight" - wondering how his well-developed
sense of personal integrity would cope with having to
introduce stories on whether or not Elvis slept with his
mother. I also think about some of the other people who have
passed through E.T.'s revolving doors: Producer Vin Di Bona,
who once made a gentle, artistic film about jazz musicians
called "Down at the Dunbar," and who has now cornered the
amateur embarrassment market with his "America's Funniest
Home Videos" and its offspring. Robin Leach, an obscure
stringer for seedy tabloids who turned a funny voice and an
insatiable curiousity into a rich and famous lifestyle of
his own. Ben Stein, the former Nixon speechwriter who played
the nerdy science teacher on "The Wonder Years" and as far as
I can determine is the only former E.T. player to launch a
successful on-camera network career. George Willig, who once
climbed the outside of the World Trade Center and wound up
working as a gofer (we affectionately called them
"dirtballs"). Shorter-timers like Geraldo Rivera, David
Frost, Barbara Howar, Rona Barrett, Joyce Jilson and Ron
Powers, who made E.T. just another pit-stop on the Indy
tracks of their careers.
There's no doubt that "Entertainment Tonight" is a
tremendous success story - one of the top four programs in
syndication, watched by an estimated audience of 12 million
every day, imitated and poked fun at on everything from CNN
to "Saturday Night Live." The same publicists who refused to
let their clients come on the program in the early days now
routinely beg for a few seconds of air time. In "The Player,"
E.T. plays an important part - and gets an on-screen thanks
in the closing credits.
In fact, the show has become a veritable American
Cultural Icon: Mary Hart's legs will probably wind up in the
Smithsonian, next to Archie Bunker's armchair. And Mary's
co-host, John Tesh, earned his own share of immortality when
he announced on a magazine cover that he and his
bride-to-be, actress Connie Selecca, had forsworn premarital
sex.
But still, as it prepares to start its twelfth year,
with the show heavily involved in TV's Tabloid Wars and its
edges hardening and its voice turning just a bit rude and
raucous, some of us who were there in the early days prefer
to remember E.T. for other reasons...
Such as the time even before it went on the air that
Jack Haley Jr. lost E.T. in a poker game at Barry Diller's
house. Haley, son of the Tin Man of "Wizard of Oz fame", had
produced the original pilot which sold the show, and was
announced in press releases as the annointed executive
producer. Suddenly, just a few weeks before the start of
production, Haley was out and a young, relatively
inexperienced chap named Andy Friendly (son of another
famous father - former CBS News guru Fred Friendly) was in.
When I asked a Paramount executive what happened, he
replied, "If you play poker with Barry, keep your mouth
shut." The way he told it, Haley, one of the regular players
in Diller's weekly game, had referred to E.T. as "his" new
show - so angering the propietary Paramount production chief
that he bounced him from the E.T. job, although Haley's name
stayed on the credits as a consultant.
Diller was in and out of E.T.'s first set of
offices, in Merv Griffin's big brown studio on Vine Street
in darkest Hollywood, often during our first few months, no
doubt imprinting it with his own successful stamp. But the
only comment I ever heard him make was about the theme song.
Six weeks into our run, Barry complained that the music
which Michael Mark had written to open the show (and which
my children had already started humming maddeningly around
the house) wasn't memorable enough, and should be replaced.
Luckily, he was talked out of it; more Americans probably
now recognize the E.T. theme than the opening of Beethoven's
Fifth Symphony.
The news that ace agent Michael Ovitz tossed a giant
surprise (I'll bet) 50th birthday party at Morton's for
Disney chief Michael Eisner made me wonder if Eisner
remembered how E.T. celebrated his 40th birthday. I
certainly do. Paramount hired the USC marching band to wake
up Michael and a few hundred of his neighbors while a crew
taped the moment. Then I was asked to take the tape and put
together a mini-"This Is Your Life" to be shown that night at
a studio party. As much effort and money went into that
five-minute private production as into any piece which E.T.
ever aired. And Eisner loved it: I still have his thank-you
note among my souvenirs...
It was also Eisner who gave E.T. its first big scoop
and helped establish it as a news program. On March 5th,
1982, Eisner was supposed to be lunching with comic actor
John Belushi about a movie set in California's wine country.
But minutes before the appointed hour, Belushi's publicist
called Eisner's secretary to say that the star had died of a
drug overdose in his bungalow at the Chateau Marmont Hotel.
That night's program had already been finished, but we
hurriedly inserted a short piece and actually beat some of
the nightly news programs.
There was also the morning when Eisner left his
Paramount office and noticed his executive vice president in
charge of television, John Goldhammer, lurking around
outside in the shrubbery. "What in hell are you doing?"
Eisner asked. "Waiting for Warren Beatty," Goldhammer
whispered - indicating the camera crew also hiding in the
bushes in hopes of catching the then-reclusive Beatty who
was working on "Reds." Eisner gave them all a strange look,
but didn't blow their cover...
Speaking of Ron Hendren, one of his most memorable
journalistic moments came on the morning after Natalie Wood
drowned off Catalina. Hendren walked into our office as we
started writing the story. "I know Catalina pretty well, and
I've got lots of sources of my own there," he told us. "Let
me handle this one my way." He strode to the phone, dialed
information, asked the operator for the Catalina Police,
then called that number. "Hello, this is Ron Hendren," he
announced. "Can I speak to your public realtions
department?"
Then there was the time when Army Archerd, the Daily
Variety columnist and perennial Oscar sidewalk host, capped
his brief E.T. career with an interview with Richard Burton.
"Richard will talk about anything but Liz Taylor," cautioned
his publicist. "Please don't even mention her name." Archerd
accepted this condition - so well that when Burton himself
started to talk about Liz, Army cut him off and moved on to
another question.
Filling the daily half-hour (and the weekly
hour-long wrapup provided free to subscribing stations as a
bonus) quickly became a nightmare. How many celebrity
fund-raisers featuring tape of Ed Asner and Ed Begley Jr.
eating the shrimp would viewers sit still for? How many Don
Ho concerts could we cover, or unveilings on Hollywood's
tacky Walk of Fame? How many Paramount stars could we
interview? How many stories could we steal from the
Hollywood Reporter and Daily Variety at 6 a.m. and whip into
E.T. pieces by 10 a.m.? The insatiable hunger of daily
television forced us to become inventive: we did mini-series
on everything from stars and their pets to famous Hollywood
murders.
One thing that tends to be overlooked now that
"Entertainment Tonight" is as much a part of our daily lives
as Cheez Whiz is how the program really broke technological
ground. True, the $350,000 mobile vans which were supposed
to help us broadcast live - as writer Bob Flick once joked -
"from Ringo's garage" kept breaking down. But as the first
non-network show to use satellites to reach the stations who
aired it, E.T. paved the way for all the "Hard Copies" and
"Inside Editions" to follow - perhaps a dubious achievement in
cultural terms but quite significant in the areas of science
and finance.
This progress also had its lighter moments. Two
dirtballs (in case one got hit by a truck) had to run copies
of the tape of each day's show a few blocks down Hollywood
Boulevard to the Wold satellite transmitting station in a
daily race against the clock, and several times Flick and I
were seriously tempted to call the police and report a
robbery in progress just to see what might happen. Without
our interference, a pigeon once flew through the laser
signal and knocked us off the air. And every day for the
first six months, another dirtball had to drive 150 miles to
Bakersfield and back so that a station there without a
satellite receiver could still bring its viewers the latest
from Hollywood.
In those days, people came and went at an
astonishing rate. Andy Friendly didn't make it through
Christmas; Dixie Whately was replaced after a year by
another former beauty queen, Mary Hart, and went on to team
up with Rex Reed before moving back into local television;
the likes of David Frost, Geraldo Rivera and Larry Merchant
came on, took a few bows, and exited stage left. Barbara
Howar, Ron Powers and Rona Barrett lasted somewhat longer,
but in the end they too wound up making news by resigning or
being sacked. To fill their ranks, interviews were
constantly in progress: such respected journalists as Linda
Ellerbee, Chris Chase and Judy Woodruff were inspected but
didn't make the final cut.
But my all-time favorite story from "Entertainment
Tonight's" Golden Years has nothing to do with breaking news
or backstage gossip. It was a slow news day, also
Shakespeare's birthday, as my British colleague, assignment
editor Bridget Byrne, pointed out. The lovely Shakespearean
actress Helen Mirren was in town to promote a movie called
"The Long Good Friday." Why not take Helen out to the
Shakespeare Garden at the Huntington Museum in San Marino
and tape her reading her favorite sonnet - the one that
begins, "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
The producer gave his approval. He also liked the
resulting piece - except for one thing. At 50 seconds, he
felt it was a little slow. Cut it down to 30 seconds, he
ordered. Bridget and I took turns explaining to him that
this wasn't some scribbingly by a TV writer that could be
hacked around - this was a sonnet, 14 lines of iambic
pentameter, none of them disposable. Cutting it would be
like slicing off the top of the Mona Lisa. Finally, he got
the point and ran the piece in its entirety.
The sad thing is that on today's tough and
successful E.T., grappling as it does for ratings points
with some of the very same shows which its success created,
the problem wouldn't even come up. All the crews would be
out shooting stories on the sex lives of female
impersonators; Shakespeare and Helen Mirren would be
ash-canned before they ever made it to tape.
ENDS
Copyright (C) 1992 by OVERBYTE