So my dearest Amanda has been the best person in the entire world lately and has allowed me to use her Netflix streaming on my Roku, because I can only watch Big Fat Quiz Of the Year so many times. (That amount of times is infinite, but you know.)
Anyway, I’ve never had Netflix before so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. There’s a bunch of things streaming that I’ve wanted to see (neat!) but the first thing that caught my eye was The Life Of Reilly.
If you guys know anything about me, I’m a HUGE retro game show nerd. Match Game is among my all-time favorites, right up there with the Richard Dawson version of Family Feud and any version of Wheel of Fortune or Jeopardy! I can get my hands on. (See previous article about Wheel of Fortune.) I’d flip whenever we’d get a free preview (remember those?) of the Game Show Network and would stay up to stupid hours of the morning wondering why I couldn’t stand anything that Dick Clark ever hosted and hoping beyond hope that Blockbusters or Card Sharks would be on next.
Nostalgic distractions aside, one of the most iconic game show figures is Charles Nelson Reilly, the sarcastic bespectacled pipe-smoker who sat in the upper right. So when I saw his autobiography come across the Netflix queue, I knew I had to watch it.
Boy, am I glad I did. It was an incredibly moving story, a little emphasized at times, but hey, that’s theater for you. He was in so many things that I was unaware of, and it definitely cued the waterworks more than once. His recollection of the 1944 Hartford circus fire was eerily moving.
Overall I’d give it a 4.5 out of 5. I’d give it a higher rating but I kept turning around playing Neopets while watching.
Be prepared for more TT posting soon!