My teenager has been playing a lot of L.A. Noire lately, and I’m going to chalk it up to that. Should I be pitching this at a network? It’s both a cop show AND a medical drama. Add a sassy girl with sharp wits and a smoking bod, and this is a no-brainer for HBO or AMC.
Ty the Guy OUT!
Here now, your bonus Bun Toons Detective Tale:
JOHNNY DESCARTES: EXISTENTIAL PRIVATE EYE!
It’s been a common right of passage for any young aspiring humorist to look at Keane’s work as a sort of anti-standard of comedy. When I was in my early twenties, I resented the strip’s success and felt it was almost intentionally trying to irritate me, specifically because of its cloying middle-brow sentiment and lack of any real cleverness. To my youthful brain, it certainly wasn’t funny. For the last few months, my fifteen year old son, Taylor had become obsessed with clipping the Family Circus out of the paper and putting the panels on our kitchen fridge every single day – an ironic ritual of showing off what he thought was the ultimately least funny thing on our spinning blue ball in space. I recognized the impulse, I’d done similar things when I was his age.
But you know what…? The Family Circus was never meant for cynical, ironic and smart-alec young men to enjoy. It was for people with families, for young kids and their parents, for sentimental older folks with grown children, and for whomever liked it. It promised and delivered a gentle portrait of home life for over fifty years, and was read by MILLIONS of people, all of whom count. That is an astounding achievement of endurance, perseverance and popularity in the mind-numblingly competitive field of cartooning.
You were a legitimate and touching artist, Bil Keane, and a heroic cartoonist. Well done.
Ty the Guy.