Perhaps you’d ask, “Why run at all?” You might have a point.
Sharks rule - and now it turns out that they don’t want to eat us for brunch. Details here.
As opposed to those placemat scoundrels whose placemat-backed securities took down the economy in ‘08.
(With usual caveat that there’s nothing funny about drinking and driving, etc.)
Hiring good actors usually helps.
We’ve seen a bunch of others in recent weeks: Beginners (far less twee than expected), Conan O’Brien Can’t Stop (his assistant deserves combat pay), Somewhere (the slowest movie ever made) and Hot Coffee, “There’s Something Wrong With Aunt Diane” and a bunch of the other Monday night HBO documentaries (HBO docs > HBO series).
When music dorks rehash the Dylan-vs.-Springsteen argument, they rarely bring up the circumspection (circumspectitude? circumspectedy?) of each performer’s advisors. Somebody somewhere, whether Jon Landau (bastardized among Springsteen aficionados as the dude who sees everything in terms of dollar signs) or whoever, impressed it upon Bruce not to release the “demo” video of DITD shown here (as well as to keep mid-’90s effluvia like Trouble In Paradise, a song so upsettingly mechanical that nobody has immortalized it on YouTube, off an “official” album). Dylan, by contrast, thrust Wiggle Wiggle and Hearts Of Fire onto an unsuspecting public without much warning. Nobody thought to pull him aside and say, “Bob, you’re the man and you electro-folkified a nation and you awakened our minds like Elvis awakened our loins and all, but maybe this time it’s best not to follow the muse.” Anyway.
“Jack Nicholson und Chinatown”
This will be one of the worst records ever made.
The Belmar (NJ) Tourism Commission derides your puny civic monuments.
I couldn’t be giddier about this. In related news, I’m an adult who, technically speaking, has a job.
Dexter Fowler just stole “fourth base.” A little hard to read, I know.
Dan Harmon is a funny fellow.
Stealth chalky Heisenberg in Central Park made my morning.
