I was working in Tennessee near the end of the Ernest P. Worrell fad and got to interview this serious actor turned famous bumkin goofball.

He’d come into town to help talk actors into joining acting unions, make appearances plugging his movies, surfing the wave that made him rock star famous. Or infamous.

If he wasn’t wearing the hat or vest or know-it-all knucklehead smirk, nobody’d recognize him

I once interviewed him in the lobby of Atlanta high rise hotel and saw that to be fact.

Died too young, but a whole generation grew up on his foolishness. Good to see him being remembered in a documentary.