Andy Kaufman Revealed!: Best Friend Tells All
Bob Zmuda
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 0316610984
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
With a movie about Kaufman already out, this is his manager and friend Zmuda's recollection of the late comedian. Best remembered as English-challenged immigrant Latka Gravas on the '70s sitcom "Taxi", Kaufman also appeared regularly on "Saturday Night Live", did stand-up, and wrestled women. Photos.
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speech was slower and slightly slurred. It was often a real struggle for him to complete a thought. That frustrated him tremendously. “We’re just not attracted to each other,” he said. “She didn’t think it was working out months ago, but then I got sick, and she couldn’t tell me.” “How do you know that?” I asked. “She just told me.” “How do you feel?” I asked. “It’s okay. I wasn’t totally honest with her, either. We haven’t really been attracted to each other for a while. She’s here for me,
wife, Ranko, for her patience and funny dances. And my dog, Woody, who watches over us. And finally, my friend Jim Carrey, who brought Andy back among the living and in so doing, brought me along with him.
and I wanted to share it with you tonight. After witnessing this extraordinary act I went backstage and asked the performer if there was any limit to his abilities, and he said no, and then I said, ‘Is there any limit to what you can make someone do?’ and he said no. So I asked this person to come here tonight, and he agreed. So without further ado, I give you … the Masked Hypnotist!” The crowd, thus intrigued, applauded loudly as a mysterious man, the Masked Hypnotist (a ski mask rendering him
dames, huh, Bugsy?” We hopped in Andy’s other car, a pink Cadillac ragtop he’d rented just for Tony, and headed down to Hollywood Boulevard, where Andy, er, Tony outfitted himself with a whole new wardrobe. Tony Clifton’s new duds consisted of a ridiculously bright peach brocade tuxedo, a blue ruffled shirt, and a butterfly bow tie, just like the kind Jerry Lewis wears on his telethon. The transformation was complete, so we headed to the steak joint where Cindy and I used to have lunch. As I
with him in Laurel Canyon for a few days at a time. Andy appreciated the purity of prostitutes. Unike the wannabes and starfuckers of Hollywood who would come on to you for who you were, looking for any edge to move up the ladder and deviously feigning regard for you to improve that position, the working girls exhibited no such pretenses. You paid them, and they were not required to like you or even pretend to, although it helped. That they always did like Andy was gravy to him, and he rewarded