Showing posts with label Bored to Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bored to Death. Show all posts

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Feet don’t fail me now.

Elvis Mitchell’s interview with Jason Schwartzman on "The Treatment" is worth a listen. Elvis doesn’t know what to make of Jason so he just lets him ramble. The gems out of Schwartzman’s mouth include how he feels about showing up for work: “feet don’t fail me know” and describing why his character, Jonathan Ames, becomes a Craig’s List private dick as “a deliberator moment.” Priceless.


"Bored to Death" is one of the best new comedies on TV.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Bored to Death

Laugh-out-loud funny, Bored to Death is the sharpest show since, well, another HBO show Flight of the Conchords that I can't get straight so call it Flight of the Condors but that's probably part of the joke. Back to Bored to Death. I was reading creator Jonathan Ames' blog-letter on HBO's site and it's also, not surprisingly, hilarious. There's a certain neurotic Woody Allen humor that Americans (at least coasties) are attuned to. Every thought is twisted into grotesque proportions that turns a scene between our loser hero Jonathan (Jason Schwartzman) and the superhero cartoonist Ray (Zach Galifianakis) where they make cultural references in a coffee bar into a scene about how neither gets the others reference. And doesn't everyone hear a reference and think they get the meaning but do they really? Are they hip enough to get it or do they pretend to know what the hell was just said. Ted Danson hits all the right notes as George Christopher, a publishing mogul so rich that he has two first names. George is a privileged baby and, like most uber-rich people, he pays his friends and is a bottomless pit of need and hubris. If you haven't seen it, do.