Julie Andrew's short-lived sitcom

I remember it sat on the shelf for a long time and was burned off over the summer.

I watched it and thought Julie looked old, fat and bald.

Poor Julie killed her career back in early 70s when she took up and married that slapstick vulgarian.

She had an extraordinary talent and just threw it away.

She hardly seems the type who’d bring anything to a sitcom, for god’s sake.

This is why I love DL! Who knew Julie had a sitcom!?

[quote] Julie Andrew's

Oh, dear.

What is it you cunt face?

Julie Andrews' lack of taste killed her career.

[quote]Unlike Faye Dunaway and Emeril, Andrews starring in a sitcom doesn't sound that odd.

What color is the sky in your world, OP?

Shit brown.

Julie could have worked if she'd played a somewhat over the top character. Not this schmaltzy romantic comedy shit. Faye Dunaway's sitcom had the same premise; a successful single woman falls in love with a "normal" guy with kids. Snore!

R5 I proofread my post so I wouldn't get an "Oh, dear." I should've proofread the title as well.

Smack me, Willona.

If they had modeled "Julie" after Datalounge's Julie, they could have had a winner.

A visual representation of milquetoast.

They should have made a tv sitcom version of the Sound of Music. The father dies in the war. They escape to New York when ancestry.com reveals they are Jewish. Then they must earn a living singing in the subway, bathhouses and in bawdy vaudeville shows. Fritz starts seling himself to men at the Townhouse. Greta grows up to be a stripper and gets in a catfight with Natalie Wood. Kurt becomes a puppeteer to lure and groom children. In the end though Julie saves then all by becoming a world famous fashion designer who only makes clothes out of drapes, curtains, dish towels, bath towels and the like.

Taking notes on R14.

R14 the title could've been 'Von Trapped!'

Her variety show, "The Julie Andrews Hour" only lasted one season (much like Garland's.)

The video at R17 is a special that aired on NBC in 1965.

The Julie Andrews Hour ran from '72-'73 on ABC. It won a bunch of Emmys but had no viewers—Julie was TV poison!

[quote]She hardly seems the type who’d bring anything to a sitcom, for god’s sake.

On the contrary, I think she would have been fine in a sitcom if the setup and her character had been well crafted for her, but that was NOT the case with her very short-lived show.

Suck my tits, haters!

I'm a huge Julie Andrews queen, but I was unaware of the existence of this sitcom until now.

If they burned it off in the summer, they must have given it NO promotion. I sure as hell would have recorded it if I had known.

Good lord. I just looked it up. ABC aired it in in summer 1992 on Saturday night at 8:30 p.m. They really were trying to burn it off! A Saturday night time slot! Six of the seven episodes produced aired before it was finally canceled.

Julie knew it was such a turkey that she refused to appear at the annual Television Critics Association junket to promote it.

Did the boy become a porn star? "Ryder"?

Was this before or after she turned into a frog?

The show was an embarrassment, but the dad was a total DILF.

Why in the world did she show her bosoms in S.O.B.?

I've never been able to watch Mary Poppins without picturing her bazooms popping out all over.

Then please remember R15, it is spelled Gretl.

R14 can kiss my edelweiss.

[quote]Why in the world did she show her bosoms in S.O.B.?

Obviously someone missed the in jokes and satire on Hollywood and just remembers my tits.

Perv.

[quote]The Julie Andrews Hour ran from '72-'73 on ABC. It won a bunch of Emmys but had no viewers—Julie was TV poison!

I don't think the problem was that she was TV poison, the problem was that the show was poorly written and conceived, and Julie seemed very uncomfortable with the patter

Dull as dishwater.

Interesting quote on IMDb from someone who apparently worked on the show:

[quote]The story I most typically tell about my short career in entertainment was my time working with Julie Andrews. The Julie Show was not successful by any measure. Blake Edwards, the legend, exerted creative control seemingly for its own sake. The Sunshines, a lovely couple of democrats hired by Viacom to normalize the operation, could not convince Blake to accept a single page or joke. The writing staff seemed witty enough, but no community, no shared chemistry ever developed. So my story is as follows. I rush about trying to find Julie to give her a message from the set, and some DGA type points at a closed door. I barge in to find her laying on a couch in the dark with her arm covering her eyes. I am a boob, I don't belong there, it is obvious, and my heart sinks. Julie sits up, shakes off her migraine, remembers my name, and apologizes to me with a smile. An old fashioned art of expressing discipline and character I have yet to cultivate.