“They’re misfits! Like, weird people it’s un- Hippies!”
Conservative radio host Jay Mundy offers his opinions on the state of Williamsburg, Brooklyn.
Just saw Whatever Works last night. Very old school Woody Allen. Figures, though—the script was originally written for Zero Mostel in the early 70s but wasn’t made because the Producers star died that year. The director held onto the story and decided to make it quickly and in New York (a shift from his last 4 films) when last year’s imminent actor’s strike scared him out of taking months to write something new.
Larry David speaking Woody’s words didn’t induce the Jewgasm I thought it would, but shit was still tight. Evan Rachel Wood was great as a southern Scarlett Johansen and New Orleans’ born Patricia Clarkson was awesome as a religious helicopter mom turned menage troising hipster.
Above: Not all that related to the movie is a clip from 1989’s New York Stories where David and Allen cross paths for what might be the first time.
enjoy.
Bolt Bus is currently taking me from The Big Apple to The Big Easy (Boston, really, but for the sake of figurative language, this name can and will be used). Compared to the Greyhound/Peter Pan two-parter I rode for my last visit, I feel like I’m in a paradise’s paradise. Pretty sure the light and fan buttons above me really just leak milk and honey.
Anyway, Bolt is about half the cost of any other roundtrip long distance bus ride, it’s wireless and spacious and, perhaps most important, there are no unabomber look-alikes in sight. Not to mention it’s been such a smooth ride! My bathroom visit this time did NOT involve a round of “where’s my pee pee gonna wind up?” Okay, I’m gushing. And perhaps unnecessarily— it is a bus, after all. But in this economy, if you’re looking for an affordable alternative to a short flight, here’s my recommendation.
Vrrrrroooooooooooommmmmm
When I first saw that this video was all of 3:57, I thought I couldn’t possibly blog it. How wrong I was.
The clip is essentially a big game of “Who Is The Most Embarrassing Person On This Stage?” Could It be Pickle Girl, her mustard-phobic support system, or Maury himself, who literally, must call this a job?