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"The Tobolowsky Files" Review: Ned Ryerson's Heartbreaking Stories of Staggering Genius

By Dustin Rowles | Posted Under TV Reviews | Comments (14)



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Stephen Tobolowsky is one of the preeminent “That Guys” in American film and television , a man with over 200 roles in his career, from “Deadwood” to “Glee,” from “Spaceballs” to “Dweebs,” although he’s most recognized as Sammy Jenkins from Memento and Ned Ryerson from Groundhog Day. But he’s also an amazing and gifted storyteller, a man that can draw you in with his kind face and the promise of Hollywood gossip — he’s worked with everyone — only to steer you toward the unexpected, away from movies and television, away from Hollywood, and smack dab in the middle of epiphany. It’s a late career gift for Tobolowsky, but it’s an even bigger gift to an ever-expanding audience given the privilege of listening to Tobolowsky’s touching and profound stories.

Last year, Dave Chen — Senior Editor of Slashfilm, the man behind the site’s popular weekly podcast, and one of the more genuine and intelligent film writers on the web — ordered a DVD copy of Stephen Tobolowsky’s Birthday Party, an little-seen 2005 90-minute documentary in which Tobolowsky shares a series of personal and professional stories with friends at his birthday party. Unsure if his online order went through, Dave called up the customer service line and the director of the documentary, Robert Brinkmann, answered the phone. One thing led to another, and soon thereafter, Tobolowsky arrived as a guest on the Slashfilm Podcast. And then he became a guest again. And again, and soon, Tobolowsky was no longer talking about film or television; he was talking about things of a more personal nature. Chen, seeing an opportunity, spun off a separate podcast devoted to Tobolowsky’s life stories, and “The Tobolowsky Files” was thus born as a way to memorialize Tobolowsky’s life, the tale about the death of his mother, as well as a 17-year-relationship with Pulitzer Prize winner, Beth Henley. The show has quickly gained steam over the course of the year. It’s regularly one of the most listened to podcasts on ITunes, it airs on several public radio stations around the country, and next year, Tobolowsky’s stories will be availble in book form.

Last night in Cambridge, Massachusetts, Tobolowsky told a few of his stories in front of a rapt audience in Harvard Square’s Brattle Theater. As a critic hardened by years of Adam Sandler and Martin Lawrence films, too much television, and a popular culture obsessed with celebrity, the show offered one of those rare magical nights of entertainment that had nothing to do with any of that, or with anything that would likely show up in the pages of the web’s film and celebrity blogs. It was just one man on a stage telling stories, and it was somehow more flooring than the special effects of Tarsem Singh, and more touching than a Jason Katims’ drama. More remarkable still is that these stories are all real.

Fans of “The Tobolowsky Files” already know this, but Tobolowsky has an amazing ability to find the extraordinary in the smallest of minutia, to pile events — both big and small — on top of each other, color them wth details, weave all these strings together, and extract the profound. They’re like “The Simpsons” episodes: They start in one place and wind up in a completely different one, but he finds a through line, hits upon a number of universal themes, and breathtakingly brings it home with kindness, and with humor. He seems almost as amazed by his own stories while telling them as the audience is listening, which makes the experience even more enjoyable. I’ve heard a number of his podcasts now, and I’m consistently amazed with his ability to penetrate daily life and pull out the nuggets of wisdom, or find something in these bizarre, almost unreal events with which we’re able to relate. There are stories of courage, of inspiration, and of miracles. Stephen Tobolowsky has led a remarkable life, and a prolific acting career that’s spanned decades is only the tip of the iceberg. These stories are about life, and about love, and about finding inspiration in anything, and they are told with enthusiasm, and optimism, and joy for life. I hate to sound like I’m overselling it, but I think anyone who has listened to a “The Tobolowsky Files” will agree: They are a goddamn pleasure.

You can listen to “The Tobolowsky Files” on iTunes, and if you’re in the Boston area, you can still catch him live tonight November 12th) or tomorrow by purchasing tickets here.









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Comments

Dustin-

How come there isn't a Pajiba Podcast?

Posted by: Joe Joe The Flying Monkey at November 12, 2011 2:33 PM

Remember Sammy Jankis.

Posted by: The Mutt at November 12, 2011 3:37 PM


So did he ever go pro with the bellybutton thing?


Bing!

Posted by: klingonfree at November 12, 2011 5:02 PM

Isn't it because Pajiba writers live nowhere near each other?

Posted by: maka at November 12, 2011 5:26 PM

Not a fan of podcasts. I can't imagine they're very fun to produce either.

Posted by: Protoguy at November 12, 2011 6:05 PM

I just heard about Tobolowsky's podcast recently while listening to another favorite podcast, WTF by Marc Maron.

AND Groundhog Day was JUST on earlier tonight... so I guess 3rd reference is the charm.

Heading off to iTunes.

Posted by: mswas at November 12, 2011 11:06 PM

Thanks for the great write-up. As someone who generally has a hard focusing when listening to audiobooks, it stands out how utterly captivated I am by Stephen Tobolowsky's podcast. I would say it's a combination of the interesting life he's lead, his conversational delivery, his midwestern sincerity, his astounding memory, his ability to weave a good yarn, and his talent to draw meaning out of disparate events that make the podcast such a unique experience. I now listen to the podcast almost every single night because it's one of the few things that can capture my attention so thoroughly as to drown out the day's thoughts. If they do a west coast show, I will most certainly fly out to see it.

Posted by: Eric Wilson at November 13, 2011 1:16 AM

The live show is a hardened critic?

Posted by: Brenton at November 13, 2011 4:21 AM

Storytellers are vastly underrated. One of the most impressive things I've ever seen was Garrison Keillor singing and telling tales for 100 minutes straight without taking so much as a sip of water, and when he walked off the stage Mrs. , and I both thought it must be an intermission, it seemed like he was just warming up, until I looked at my watch and more than an hour and a half had passed.

BTW, run the math on this one: Keillor flew in then drove himself to my town on a Sunday afternoon (4 p.m. show), did his solo act and was probably back home and in his own bed that night, carrying a check for whatever a sold-out house of 1,400 seats @ $45 a pop earned him.

Posted by: , at November 13, 2011 11:17 AM

Not a fan of podcasts. I can't imagine they're very fun to produce either.

My friend started a podcast this year and I'm on it every week. I don't usually listen to it (it's hard to listen to myself, and I'm really not interested in the subject), but I really enjoy the forty-five minutes or so I spend writing/recording my two-minute segment. However, I might not enjoy it so much if I had to do all the preparation my friend does. But he likes the subject, so he probably enjoys it.

Posted by: pissant at November 13, 2011 7:33 PM

The thing I love about Pajiba is that you talk about the things I dearly love with all the eloquence I lack. I've been telling friends about this podcast for ages saying "Ohhhh, it's so good!" with the fervor of someone in a Koolaid cult and, thus far, I've only managed to convery my boyfriend. Now I can send my friends this article and say "See: these words will tell you why to listen."

Also correction to Eric Wilson: I am a Dallasite just like Tobo (we even went to the same college) so I can definitively state that he/I/we are *not* midwestern. We're the beginning of the West, we're also Southern, and you can make a compelling argument that we're really just old Mexico, but what we are not is midwestern. And not to jump on you Eric (I can't fight with a fellow Pajiban who loves Tobo) but I've always disliked characterizations like "midwestern sincerity" -- as though the rest of us are into assholery or skullduggery or some other unpleasant -ery word. I've met plenty of these midwestern boys who're not above a little insincerity to get into your pants, just like boys do everywhere else. All this to say, where you grow up is like the broth you're cooked in: it gives you an underlying flavor, but it doesn't determine the final dish.

Now excuse me, I need to go climb up on my horse, jangle my spurs, and fire my pistols into the air.

Posted by: Miss Lawyuhr at November 14, 2011 1:32 PM

RE The live show is a hardened critic?

Posted by: Brenton at November 13, 2011 4:21 AM


So, not just me, then?

Posted by: Slash at November 14, 2011 1:36 PM

Not one example of a story? This is lazy.

Posted by: bananapanda at November 14, 2011 2:19 PM

Thanks for the review.

"RE The live show is a hardened critic?"

Yes, I had to read that sentence a few times. It makes sense if you read it as "FOR a critic hardened by..." etc.

"Not one example of a story?"
You can't sum up these stories in a few words!

mswas: Yes, I got into the Tobo podcasts via Marc Maron too.

Posted by: Andrew Ryan at November 25, 2011 5:33 AM