Author: matt

A happy (campaign) trail for Vincent Gallo?
And now, that other endearingly nasty compassionate conservative offers his State of the Union address:
“I want to thank you guys for inviting me here today. It’s a big honor… In my whole life, no one’s ever invited me or included me in any Republican event. As a matter of fact, I used to go to the Rush Limbaugh show with my best friend Johnny Ramone and a couple of other friends, and Rush never … acknowledged us. So I’m thrilled to be here.
“There’s a picture of me at 6 years old campaigning for Richard Nixon. I’ve always been the same. Always. I was against hippies… I’ve been on 125 magazine covers worldwide during my career—which is a lot for an unknown person who doesn’t have a career—and I’ve written about 200 articles in all kinds of magazines, and I’d like to let you know that there is media bias in an extreme way against the Republican Party…I would like to end my speech today by just saying, in terms of Europe, you know the United States has a great President—a, very, very great President—when the French hate him!”
—Vincent Gallo, model/ actor/director/musician/
Speedo-aficionado/Republican.
From The New York Observer, G.O.P. Gallo, by Lizzy Ratner
Read the whole story for the painful story of how liberal bias (and that commie-Calvinist Paul Schrader!) prevented Buffalo ’66 from winning anything at Sundance and for this little gem: “the Republican Party needs hipsters. If it wants to broaden its base, it needs hipsters.”
Yes, but they’ll settle for Vincent Gallo.

Paging Dr. Ross: Your sequel is here

I know the week is almost over and this item is practically four days too late—in blog time, that’s like slapping a “swing culture” cover on your magazine two years late—but I just got around to seeing the cover of this week’s TIME Magazine today. (I don’t read TIME and I haven’t been to my dentist’s to thumb through it in over a year—sue me.)
Anyway, what the hell happened to staid old TIME? Once a bastion of bland, sober news coverage and tepid lifestyle features about Too Much Homework! (insert your own “darn” in that sanitized headline), TIME has suddenly, inexplicably morphed into a porn magazine!
Don’t believe me? Check out this week’s cover package on Love, Sex & Health.
There are features on spicing up your love life (replete with references to Time inc. editor-in-chief Norman Pearlstein‘s wife, Nancy Friday‘s book of erotic fantasies My Secret Garden—available in your mom’s sock drawer, or wherever paperbacks are sold); a piece on pornography (not written, as you might’ve expected, by Joel Stein); and, amazingly, an article on S/M. In the latter, writer John Cloud explains in the typically TIME-esque obvious/patronizing manner—but with a surprisingly decent pun that:

It turns out that you call it “S and M” only if you don’t do it or if you experiment only occasionally with those handcuffs you keep hidden at the back of the nightstand. If, on the other hand, you are seriously involved in the sadomasochistic subculture—if, say, you have attended one or more of the nation’s 90 annual sadomasochistic events (“Beat Me in St. Louis,” for instance) and own not only handcuffs but also a spanking bench, a flogger, some paraffin wax, an unbreakable Pyrex dildo and various other unmentionables—you call it, simply, SM.

Grandmas all over America take note: Only people who don’t do S/M pronounce it with the ‘and.’
Also asked by writer Michael D. Lemonick: Do Gay Couples Have An Edge? Well, not now that they’re in TIME, they don’t.
TIME hasn’t been this edgy since they scooped god’s death in 1966. Steal this magazine from your dentist’s waiting room and stash it under your mattress today.

Tony Shalhoub and Ben Stiller are very, very nervous.
Suddenly, neurosis is hot— v. hot!
How else to explain today’s strange pop culture confluence? The return of USA Network‘s one good show, Monk, starring the insanely brilliant Tony Shalhoub as a detective with O.C.D. and Along Came Polly, starring Ben Stiller as an uptight neat-freak whose world gets turned upside-down (or at least a bit messier) by bra-less free spirit, Jennifer Anastassakis. (I once saw a German video called Along Came Poly, but I assume it’s unrelated.)
I cannot go on enough about how excellent Tony Shalhoub is in everything he does. (He was even good in that execrable waste of celluloid, Life or Something Like It, starring Edward Burns‘ accent and Angelina Jolie‘s big hair.) Shalhoub has personally supplied some of the most quotable lines in the Coen Brothers‘ canon: “Talk to another writer… Jesus, throw a rock in here, you’ll hit one. And do me a favor, Fink: throw it hard.”; “I litigate. I don’t capitulate.” He’s great in small roles in big movies like Men in Black and even better in big roles in small ones like Big Night, but Monk is all his.
Monk is one of those show’s that so good, you can’t believe it made it out of development without the addition of a talking dog or a sassy robot butler. The supporting cast of Monk—Bitty Schram playing Sharona like a grown-up Dead End Kid, Ted Levine (aka, Buffalo Bill from The Silence of the Lambs) lurching around as Capt. Stottlemeyer with a world-weary lugubriousness, Jason Gray-Stanford dorking it up as Lt. Randall Disher, Jimmy Olson reborn as a cop—and the sharp writing make Monk (to echo the estimable blurb artistes of TV Guide) the best show you’re not watching. It’s on Friday nights at 10PM EST.
Weirdly, Monk has been compared to a 1998 movie starring Polly‘s Ben Stiller: Zero Effect also about the comic conceit of a detective (Bill Pullman) with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. (An attempted TV version with Alan Cumming had, well, zero effect and never made it past the pilot.)
I don’t know Polly from Adam, but the commercial (and its use of the Bellamy Brothers’ “Let Your Love Flow” accompanying a toilet overflowing with shit) annoys me every time it’s on—which is a lot. Stiller’s done better, he’s done worse. I still like him—especially since he portrays himself as the most conceited Hollywood asshole ever on the new season of Curb Your Enthusiasm. (Probably a self-parody that hews very close to truth.) Stiller rises above even the worst material, and I’ll always respect him for it.
Monk or Along Came Polly? Watch ’em both—but don’t forget to wash your hands.

I have seen this Sunday’s Bridget Harrison column in The Post and it is about how hard it is to be single when it’s cold.
There will be a clever pun about “ice” (diamonds, specifically rings) and ice (water in its solid form); there will also be a references to “heat” and “sheets.” Oh, and the lead will be “Baby, it’s cold outside.” The headline will be Sex and the Sub-zero Girl.

Instant karma got rocker-cum-animal lover Ted Nugent:

Ted Nugent Injured in Chainsaw Accident
By MIKE HOUSEHOLDER, Associated Press Writer
DETROIT – Ted Nugent was injured on the Texas set of his reality show when a chain saw cut through his leg.
The outspoken rocker, outdoors enthusiast and star of the VH1 series “Surviving Nugent: The Ted Commandments,” required 40 stitches to close the gash in his leg on Sunday, Michelle Clark, a spokeswoman for the cable music channel, said Tuesday.

Animals the world over sigh in relief as they live to see another spring. But what about the children? What.. about… the… children?
And here we thought he was an axe man…
[via TVTattle.com—a great site!]