Chris Elliott Gets a Life

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By Hua Hsu

There are few actors as beloved for their failures as Chris Elliott.
Maybe this is why he has a difficult time imagining anyone is all that
curious about his life. "The last thing I would ever want to do is
actually write a real autobiography," the 52-year-old Elliott explains
over the phone from his home in Old Lyme, Connecticut. He is promoting
his latest book, The Guy Under the Sheets, an "unauthorized
autobiography" that redistributes his real-life highs and lows within a
radiantly strange, time-traveling, reference-filled fever dream. You
either recognize Elliott for his bit parts on prime-time sitcoms like
How I Met Your Mother and Everybody Loves Raymond, or you worship (or
hate) Elliott for everything else he has done: his trippy routines on
Late Night With David Letterman, the short-lived anti-sitcom Get a Life
(which is finally available again on DVD), the disastrously eccentric
film Cabin Boy. "It's not me being humble," he continues. "But I don't
think what I've done is particularly substantial."

Devotees of the Elliott oeuvre would beg to differ. Throughout the '80s
and '90s he pioneered a knowingly ironic, seams-showing approach to
humor that could be both slapstick and cerebral. There was the
silliness, the punch lines where they were supposed to be, Elliott
flailing about in an exaggerated, fey ecstasy. And then there were those
moments that were harder to process, when Elliott seemed to step outside
the frame and poke fun at everything, from TV convention to our
expectations as an audience. Sometimes, these interruptions of
show-business-as-usual could be literal, as with The Guy Under the Seats
(thus the book title), a pathetic yet megalomaniac version of himself
who would open a hatch from underneath the stage and guarantee
Letterman's someday demise. It was television-about-television: He was a
recurring character with a signature phrase about making Letterman's
life a "living hell," yet there was something absorbingly bizarre about
this bald goon materializing from offstage and going from mellow to
vengeful in seconds flat, sometimes with the help of a petulant
marionette.

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Elliott played an entire binder full of "guys" during this period when
Letterman was a playground of the ironic, eccentric, and perverse,
stirring up (from Elliott's book) "the stodgy middle-of-the-road clam
chowder called 'network television.'" He spoofed the Terminator films as
"the Regulator Guy" and The Fugitive as "the Fugitive Guy" and even made
a behind-the-scenes documentary about how he was actually a Don
King�voiced robot.1 He taped a one-man cable special called FDR: A One
Man Show but made no effort to look or sound anything like Roosevelt.
The local high school basketball team bum-rushes the stage � listen to
the glee of the one-man show's announcer, Marv Albert � and everything
ends with a Gallagher-spoofing, fruit-hammering encore. He made two
seasons of Get a Life, a sitcom about a balding, 30-year-old paperboy
who still lived at home with his parents. That ended with Elliott
falling out of an airplane, his life flashing before his eyes in the
form of a clip show, including one clip of him falling out of the
airplane minutes earlier. He landed safely on a replica of the brass bed
from Love, American Style, only it happened to be made of plastic
explosives.

To ask someone how it feels to be a "cult hero" is to remind them that
they never succeeded by any traditional metrics. But Elliott enjoys
reflecting on the strange curves that constitute his career, even if he
seems genuinely baffled that so many fans still remain by his side
decades later. "I definitely embrace my failures more than my
successes," he explains. "Even though I've done mainstream things, I
think I'm still an oddity in a mainstream project, and I've never been
able to find that door into being more mainstream than I am."

Perhaps it was his childhood that immunized Elliott from taking
everything too seriously. He was born and raised in New York City, where
his father, Bob, worked as an actor and comedian. The elder Elliott is
best known as one-half of the comic duo "Bob and Ray," specialists in
satirical, deadpan send-ups of radio and television convention that
still feel ahead of their time. Elliott would spend his summers going to
work with his father, devoting himself to studying the studio's dizzying
collection of reel-to-reel sound effects.

Being exposed to the business at a young age was magical and enchanting
� he can still perform an impressive array of "punch sounds." But it
also instilled a sense that this was work. Making people laugh was how
his father paid the bills and provided for his family. "We didn't sit
around a table after he was on The Tonight Show and talk about his
timing," he remembers. "There was never any self-congratulation going
on. In my family it almost seemed unseemly." Despite his father's minor
juice, Elliott never felt entitled to a career in show business. "It all
fell together somewhat accidentally," he explains. He didn't want to go
to college and studied for a semester at the Eugene O'Neill Theater
Center in Connecticut, where he quickly discovered that he lacked the
"depth" to be a proper actor. "I couldn't make myself cry, I'm too
goofy-looking to be a dramatic actor, and I had a knack for amusing
people."

He returned to New York and worked as a tour guide at Rockefeller
Center. His father helped him get a job at NBC, which eventually brought
him to the attention of David Letterman. The endgame? More late-night.
"I think at that point my goal was to be a writer at Saturday Night
Live. I never thought, I'm going to have a TV show or I'm going to be a
TV star � not that I ever was."



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Throughout our conversation, Elliott routinely makes these kinds of
qualifications, as though it's a reflex for him to dampen down any talk
of celebrity or careerism or what could have been. "Maybe I would have
been � I don't want to say a bigger star since that wasn't in the cards
for me anyway. But maybe I would have done more if I had been a little
more assertive and aggressive in trying to make myself, you know, seem
more available to a larger audience, I guess?"

There is a fine line between taking your work seriously and taking
yourself too seriously, and it's easy to lose sight of this distinction
when your livelihood depends on entertaining people and being recognized
for doing it. In the early 1990s, Elliott was a figure on the rise. He
had won four Emmys while writing for Letterman, and the steadiness of
the job had allowed him to get married and raise a family. It earned him
his own show, Get a Life, which succeeded despite the network's efforts
to make Elliott's character seem less deranged. But as we discussed the
failure of Cabin Boy, the psychedelically weird misadventures of a posh,
self-obsessed "fancy lad" adrift on the high seas, I was reminded that
Elliott's content, mellow outlook was probably hard-earned.2 He
eventually made it onto Saturday Night Live for the 1994-95 season, but
by then his priorities and sense of what was possible in show business
had shifted.

"It never occurred to me when we were doing Cabin Boy that if it failed
I wouldn't get a chance to do another movie. That's how ignorant or
innocent or na�ve I was. It didn't occur to me. OK, we're trying
something here. If it doesn't work, we still get points for trying, and
I'll get another chance to try. I didn't realize that that's not how it
works. And I think I'm still trying to figure it out."3

The Guy Under the Sheets is a peculiar approach to trying to figure out
where Elliott fits into the broader world of show business. There are
moments of apology and gratitude, mockery and mild regret, only any real
sentiments are crowded out by the fanciful stuff � director James
Cameron's momentary desire to work on a comedy with Elliott (true)
bleeds into a scene involving one of his lovers, serial killer Aileen
Wuornos (false). He passes up Dumb & Dumber (true) after firing his
manager and hiring Wuornos instead (false). "I guess I do like adding
bits where people have to go and Google who that is," he admits. "If it
goes over most people's heads, I think I've succeeded."

There's rarely any bitterness in The Guy Under the Sheets. The same
holds for Elliott himself, who continues to seem one of the
least-neurotic comics around.4 Cabin Boy is the only thing that Elliott
will revisit with scrutiny, "just to try and figure out what pissed
people off so much."

Elliott's level-headedness has been challenged in recent years. Despite
the success of his current Adult Swim series, Eagleheart � Walker, Texas
Ranger reimagined as "the Ranger Guy," with an astronomical budget line
for fake blood5 � and the opportunity to pen books like The Guy Under
the Sheets, there's an anxiety about how work has "thinned out" a bit as
he's gotten older. As well, there is the "surreal feeling" of having his
daughters, Abby and Bridey, enter the profession. "They saw the ups and
downs of my career," he explains, and he's tried to instill a healthy
sense of detachment in them. "When you lose that � that point of view �
that's when it engulfs you and can really eat you up."6

It's always tempting to conflate performers with the performance,
particularly when they so habitually break through the fourth wall to
pull us through. I remark to Elliott that one of the reasons Get a Life
so inspired its fans was the sense of confidence he brought to the
series' man-child paperboy. For viewers raised on laugh tracks and staid
premises, there was an arrhythmic thrill to watching a sitcom about
sitcom conventions, one with its own, uncompromising laws of physics and
relativity. "I'm obviously not the freak that I play. But at the same
time, you picked up on something from Get a Life that is me � that
little bit of carefree attitude that this isn't really that important.

"When I was doing Get a Life, there was this moment when I felt like I
had stepped into my television set from when I was a child." He
remembers walking through the lot at Universal, seeing his character's
house on the same block as the Leave It to Beaver house and the Munsters
house.

"It just felt like somehow everything that had seemed like a waste of
time when I was a kid was paying off."

It's the type of moment one recognizes as special only in retrospect,
now that it can never happen again. His wistfulness stops short of
regret. He freely admits that he is "an acquired taste." But there seems
to be a slight disappointment that more people didn't get what he was
trying to do. I want to tell him that those people chose not to get it,
that the arc of his career remains unique and inspiring. That he made
things worth memorizing and fashioning one's young identity around. That
there is integrity to the path of most resistance, that he blazed a
trail for Arrested Development and Community and all the other freaky,
convention-flouting TV comedies. That it was important. Instead, I make
a joke about tartar sauce. Elliott laughs. I am 13 again, and none of it
was a waste of time.

1.One of the most straightforward sentences of The Guy Under the Sheets
is about this era: "A comic revolution was in the air, and back then the
fans who got it, and the curious who wanted to get it, as well as those
who thought they got it but were afraid of being caught not getting it,
all flocked to Rockefeller Center to experience a live taping of the new
hit show Late Night With David Letterman. (Or at least the ones who
couldn't get tickets to Saturday Night Live, or the Christmas Show at
Radio City Music Hall, or the Roller Derby, or pretty much anything
else.)"

2.Tim Burton was originally supposed to direct Cabin Boy, but he pulled
out at the last minute and made Ed Wood instead. It was an ambitious
film for Elliott's friend and collaborator, Adam Resnick, to make his
directorial debut. In the book, Burton shows up wearing a Phantom of the
Opera mask, his "crazy black hair and designer sunglasses" the only
giveaway of his actual identity. "Just like his contemporary Thomas
Kinkade, the painter of light, Tim Burton � the painter of dark � had
found a way to make art commercial �"

3.Cabin Boy was released in 1994, less than a year after Elliott also
appeared in CB4 and Groundhog Day, cementing his status as a legend for
a certain, impressionable demographic.

4.For example, I've always been struck by how spiteless this
impression-slash-reduction of Jay Leno is. He doesn't hate Leno, he just
seems like he's figured him out.

5.There are echoes of another Elliott gem, Action Family, a mid-1980s
one-off that was half Mannix, half Brady Bunch. Incredible theme song,
too.

6.Though Elliott isn't on Twitter, he monitors his daughter Bridey's
output closely. "She tweets every day and I'm always calling her, like,
'Why are you giving that away? That's a great line! That's a perfect
joke and you're putting it out there for free!'"


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