Jim Kalafus
Member
Sad to announce that TV pioneer and film star Red Buttons has died. To those of my parents' generation he will be remembered for his 1950s variety show- and his trademark "Ho Ho Song," but to film buffs and children of the 1970s he will ALWAYS be "Mr. Martin' who needed a pretty wife and who passed off his Red Devils as being Wheat Germ to the gullible folks at Shelley Winters' table in the Dining Saloon on New Years Eve. Although denied a voyage long carnival of lust with randy widow Wilma Lewis as in the book, Mr. Martin- as limned by Red Buttons- was truly one of the major romantic characters of 1970s cinema:
MARTIN: Nonnie.....your brother is dead.
NONNIE: Did you like his music?
MARTIN: I would have danced to it....if I had anyone to dance with.
coming as it did immediately after the sad revelation that he was alone on New Years Eve remains, and will remain, Mr Buttons' shining onscreen moment....matched only by the part where he 'becomes a man' and bawls out Mike Rogo, and the sequence in which he breaks it to non-swimming Nonnie that drowning is very much the same as going under water.
Poseidon buffs can draw consolation from the fact that had elfen Mr. Martin's lifespan paralleled that of Mr. Buttons, he and Nonnie would have had 34 years of extremely obtuse bliss ahead of them.
He ran on time. Like a train.
RIP Mr. Buttons!
MARTIN: Nonnie.....your brother is dead.
NONNIE: Did you like his music?
MARTIN: I would have danced to it....if I had anyone to dance with.
coming as it did immediately after the sad revelation that he was alone on New Years Eve remains, and will remain, Mr Buttons' shining onscreen moment....matched only by the part where he 'becomes a man' and bawls out Mike Rogo, and the sequence in which he breaks it to non-swimming Nonnie that drowning is very much the same as going under water.
Poseidon buffs can draw consolation from the fact that had elfen Mr. Martin's lifespan paralleled that of Mr. Buttons, he and Nonnie would have had 34 years of extremely obtuse bliss ahead of them.
He ran on time. Like a train.
RIP Mr. Buttons!