Showing posts with label king of the monologue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label king of the monologue. Show all posts
Monday, September 24, 2012
are you trying to seduce me?
Well the internet has gifted us today, as Joseph Gordon-Levitt somehow bested his previous SNL opening monologue by bringing less clothes and more dancing, Magic Mike style. Turns out in 2012 we have an awful lot to thank Channing Tatum for (Vulture thinks so too). And for those of us outside North America (thanks for nothin', NBC), Jezebel has gifs for days.
Then there was the incomparable Anne Helen Petersen breaking down the timeless appeal of the Boss.
And because good things come in threes, Kat Dennings looking like a goddamn bombshell at the Emmys:
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
oh, Girl
so the jezebel.com commentators are all worked up about white girl privilege and sex & the city-lite but my heart says whatever, they've missed the point - Chris Eigeman is back in my life! (plus, it's a show by/about ladies that has the potential to be actually good) New trailer for Lena Dunham's TV show:
Sunday, December 5, 2010
getting seriously involved with someone just means ruining your nightlife
Have I mentioned how much I love Chris Eigeman? Specifically, Chris Eigeman as he appears as variations on the same guy in the films of Whit Stillman and Noah Baumbach's post-college masterpiece Kicking & Screaming. Because at the risk of turning this blog into nothing but a giant 90s nostalgia fest, I really really do.
He functions as something of the archetypal antihero of these pieces: over-privileged and manipulative and cynical and arrogant and self absorbed but also endlessly quotable, and a master of the hangdog expression which means he somehow succeeds in making his characters charming and redeemable. He gets all the best lines. ("I'm nostalgic for conversations I had yesterday. I've begun reminiscing events before they even occur. I'm reminiscing this right now" is basically my mantra) He wears dishevelled suits and always seems to have his hands in his pockets, and has theories on everything and probably too much money and somewhat suspect morals. He talks and talks and talks and doesn't seem to ever actually do anything, and, well, he's perfect at it.
So yeah, I miss those overly talkie nineties movies. And I'm incredibly happy to see that not only is Stillman coming out of hiding with a new movie (Last Days Of Disco was released in 1998!) but he might be taking Eigeman with him.
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