But just remember, my name is Roger Murdock. I’m an airline pilot.
On the cable music channel that does soundtracks, they like to play the theme from Airplane!.
I pften wonder if they told Elmer Bernstein that the film was a comedy? (and not just any comedy!)
it was Blazing Saddles where the composer was unaware what the film was.
When Mel Brooks advertised in the show business trade papers for a “Frankie Laine-type” voice to sing the film’s title song, he was hoping for a good imitator. Instead, Frankie Laine himself showed up at Brooks’ office two days later, ready to do the job, but nobody told him the movie was a parody. Apparently, Laine did not take offense at the deception considering he reportedly was pleased with the film upon seeing it on release.
You’d think Laine would’ve been able to tell, just from the title. A saddle is something to rest your bottom on, not something that usually blazes.
Was Paint your Wagon about painting wagons?
Was Paint your Wagon about painting wagons?
I tried to find out: I talked to the trees, but they don’t listen to me.
Imagine my outrage when the final credits for The Neverending Story rolled.
I was horrified to find out that Grease was a musical about high schoolers and not a documentary on the lubricant. The very nerve!!
The white zone is for loading and unloading only. If you’ve got to load or unload, go to the white zone. You’ll love it. It’s a way of life.
I just want to tell you both good luck. We’re all counting on you.
There’s nothing fun to do, now that they made movies illegal.
I’ve got it
I’ll be sullen and withdrawn
I’ll dwindle off into the twilight realm
Of my own secret thoughts
And dream of movies
That would irritate
A Hollywood kinda guy…
I just want to tell you both good luck. We’re all counting on you.
It was at that moment that I first realized Elaine had doubts about our relationship. And that, as much as anything else, led to my drinking problem.
[pours Gatorade into glass and then pours onto left side of his own face]
Dunno. Never seen it. 
Well, to be honest, I’ve never been so scared. But at least I have a husband.
[sobs uncontrollably]
By the way, is there anyone on board who knows how to fly a plane?
I’ve lived in NYC and surrounding areas since 1981. When first in the city, attending college, the city was filled with classic metal and glass phone booths. In schools, office buildings, etc. I rarely found one on the street but they were there.
Usually in more residential neighborhoods. I clearly remember a few with wooden doors and ancient exhaust fans mounted in the ceilings- I assume to pull out cigarette smoke.
Re: The camera part of your post. I respectfully disagree. SLR’s came on quite strong post-World War II. My father used a Leica, then a Nikkormat 35mm SLR as a news photographer. While there were some who held onto their old bodies, the larger lenses/ better optics of the newer SLRs coupled with through-the-lens viewing/focusing/ metering made the transition a must for most professionals.
It’s an amusing nod to the old cliché view of reporters but had little connection to reality by the late 1970’s. ( On the other hand, many women whose husbands worked long hours found solace in the arms…er…legs of equine friends…)
Since you asked… Bernstein had already composed the score to “Animal House” as a straight job, which enhanced the comedy moments. ZAZ wanted the same approach for “Airplane!”, and Bernstein was happy to oblige.
Cite.