Law & Orbach
December 31, 2004 | 5 Comments
The deaths this week of Jerry Orbach and 100,000-plus tsunami victims has naturally sparked the creative energies of America’s obituary cartoonists:
At first I was horrified, but there’s an internal logic to this that’s hard to deny. To give Orbach his own cartoon would insinuate that his death was somehow more important than all the rest. I think this panel properly acknowledges his celebrity without diminishing the ongoing tragedy in Asia.
December 31st, 2004 @ 7:54 pm
Or, Orbach’s own cartoon would insinuate that he was famous enough to warrant a cartoon of his own.
Such insinuations are more in the mind of the insinuator than anything else. For myself, the cartoon tRA shows insinuates nothing – I can’t figure it out. Is Jesus looking at Orbach or the wave or the skulls? It looks like Orbach is getting swamped by the wave, but I thought he died in a hospital in Manhattan. Etc., etc.
This is why I wasn’t an art history major, no offense.
January 1st, 2005 @ 6:17 am
Who is Orbach’s ex-wife? (I’d google it but don’t care THAT much…)
January 1st, 2005 @ 11:49 am
From the NYT obit: Mr. Orbach married Marta Curro in 1958. They were divorced in 1975. In 1979 he married Elaine Cancialla, who survives him.
I was a fan, too, in fact he was the reason I started watching L & O… especially loved his sarcastic remarks to the criminal scumbags as he arrested them, sample:
Lt. Briscoe: Steve Scumbag, you are under arrest for the rape of Jane Doe. You have the right to remain silent….
Criminal: (talking on cellphone) Hey, man, I’m trying to call my girlfriend, can’t you wait a minute?
Lt. Briscoe: That’s okay, you can call her in ten to fifteen years when you get out of Riker’s Island.
January 2nd, 2005 @ 11:54 pm
Are those skulls from an actual editorial cartoon? And didn’t you vow to stop writing about obituary cartoons?
January 5th, 2005 @ 12:02 am
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