“They say comedians are always on,” says Freddie Prinze who’s only the hottest young comedian around. At the moment, Freddie is definitely on.
It's only an interview, and the audience consists of two people - a writer and a photographer. But Freddie’s doing helluva show. He’s even wearing makeup - his Max Factor - bronze face in startling contrast to the whiteness of his hands.
Ask him a simple question and he gives you a simple answer - followed by an ad-lib comedy routine. His agile 20 year-old mind seems to find humor in almost any situation.
Ask about the neighborhood in New York where he grew up, and Freddie gives you an initiation of a talking cockroach.
“We lived in a suburb of the ghetto because they were too tough.”
Now, Freddie lives in California.
“L.A. I love it. Everybody’s a superstar. A guy will tell you, Yeah, I’m a producer.’ And he’s driving a cab.”
Freddie moved his Hungarian father and Puerto Rican mother from New York to a house in the San Fernando Valley. “Swimming pool, garden and everything. I even hired a wino to sit out in front so they’d feel at home”
Between punch lines he chain smokes and scans his audience of two with weary eyes. But he needn’t worry. His interview performance is every bit of entertaining as an episode of his TV Series Chico and the Man, or the night club act he’s doing at Mr. Kelly’s through Sunday.
He’s charming and disarming - the picture of a young star who’s enjoying his sudden success with out seemingly spoiled to it.
What about the Hollywood gossips who say Hollywood has gone to his head?
“I do wish they would check there facts,” he harrumphs in a mock British accent. “What can they say about me?’ Look he’s eating at restaurants! Yesterday he bought a sweater! How dare he fritter away his money on food and clothing when he could be donating it some worthy cause?”
What about his rumored romances with those glamorous movie land amazons Raquel Welch and Pam Grier - both considerably older than he is.
“ I like older women,” Freddie grins. “They don’t play games. There was a picture of me and Raquel on the front page of a newspaper. But it was a fake-two pictures pasted together. We went to dinner together a few times….to a movie. Now she says she doesn't even know me. There was no big romance. But I know Raquel whether she wants to admit it or not”.
And Pam Grier?
“Yes I know Pamela VEDDY well,” says Freddie in his British accent.
One subject he gets serious about is comedy.
“When think about it, it borders on masochism. If someone from another planet saw a comedian standing up in front of a crowd of people who were laughing at him, he’s say,
“Your sick.’
“It’s crying out for attention, and doing anything to get it.
It’s saying, ‘Hey look at me!”
“I don’t think I’m a part of my mind that’s always working -keeping a record of things that might be funny.”
“Like the other day, I was taping Kup’s show and this British guy was talking about the Revolutionary War. And I got this idea: We should elect criminals” His words are racing to keep up with his mind, and logic falls by the wayside. “Like, vote for Percy Sluge for bank robber.’ Then the police would know who to look for when something happened. We’ve elected criminals before . But we didn’t find out until after the election.
“Lee Harvey Oswald is probably the only assassin who went to heaven,” he adds from out of no where. It’s a desperately unfunny line. And suddenly Freddie isn’t “on” anymore. The wariness leaves his eyes , and the nightclub timing is forgotten as he proceeds to demolish the one-bullet theory in the assassination of John F. Kennedy. The pale hands fly through the air, re-creating a tragic day in 1963, when Freddie was 9 years old.
It’s a story not even Freddie can find a punch line for and he delivers it with the fervency of his idol, Lenny Bruce who died when Freddie was 12.
“I never saw Lenny Bruce, but I know all about him. I heard every tape. I’ve talked with his mother. His daughter is like a sister to me. Can you imagine missing someone you never knew?”
“Like Marilyn Monroe. I’d have given anything to be one foot of her. Or Rita Hayworth. When I was 5, I saw a Rita Hayworth movie. I think that was when I decided
“Now I want to live in Hollywood, but I still haven’t met Rita Hayworth. You can see me
run up and down Sunset Blvd. Calling. ‘Rita, where are you?’”
Freddie is on again, he scans the audience and both of them are laughing.