Hey, I love the guy as much as you do… but what they are doing to him is just tragic. My question is why?
I know I can turn the channel… that’s not the point. It’s almost as if ABC thinks its viewers won’t believe the New Year will be official unless Dick Clark is there.
What happens when the guy dies? Are they going to stuff him and hook him up to some hydrolics to move his limbs? I haven’t seen Dick Clark do anything but this program for the last three years. Does ABC have him in a closet somewhere, like the Christmas decorations, and just drag him out for NYE?
I’m not trying to be harsh. He just looks so uncomfortable.
Yeah, I think when Lombardo died they gave the job to Dick Clark, 'cause they figured he would never get old . . . like Dorian Gray. Except now it seems the man is gone, and we’re seeing the painting.
I’m glad I’m not alone on this one. It was really painful to watch him, even if he did seem like he wanted to be there and wanted to do it. It really is time to pass the torch, Dick.
If Dick Clark wants to do it, I understand that it’s difficult to say to him “sorry, Dick, but you’re too disabled to be a palatable NYE host now.” And it seems that he does want to do it. He’s physically injured as a result of the stroke(s) he’s had, but his mind is, from all reports still sharp. He’s not gorked out, just has limited use of his tongue and jaw.
I can only pick up NBC and Fox in my bedroom right now, because I don’t have cable in here yet. I was stuck with Carson Daly. If Dick Clark’s difficulties with speech make you feel squicky, there’s Carson on NBC/MSNBC, someone or other on Fox, an annual show on MTV, Anderson Cooper and Kathy Griffith on CNN and presumably someone on FoxNews, and I believe there’s a countdown show on PBS as well.
I hate to admit this but this was the first time in years that I actually made it all the way to the countdown. And now I know it’s not worth the sleep deprivation the next day. ALL of those shows were unilaterally awful. Dick Clark was by far the creepiest, and the saddest, but all of the others were totally icky too. They were advertisements more than anything else. Nivea, anyone?
I turned on the Las Vegas show at some point and saw Robbie Knievel getting ready for some lame motorcycle jump and the whole thing was just so, so, so tacky and sad I couldn’t watch a second longer.
I tried to watch it, but when I tuned in they switched to this ‘reporter in the crowd’, who was some squeaky, screechy, blonde girl caterwauling into a microphone (gadzooks, who was that?!?). About 30 seconds of that - it was painful - and I put on a DVD instead. So I never got a chance to see Dick.