My latest Sympatico/MSN column is up, in which I use Chris Rock’s “I Think I Love My Wife” as a jumping-off point to ponder the tragic quest of comic actors for respectability through adaptations of established material.
(Not mentioned: My research has concluded it’s only a matter of time before Vincent Gallo tackles “The 400 Blows”.)
Also, and on a completely unrelated note: Berkeley Breathed revisits one of his smartest jokes about twenty years later, and discovers it’s still just as relevant in today’s America. Is that funny, or terribly sad?
Also also, I saw “Dead Silence”. So, um … is the creepy doll some Australian icon of which I’ve been previously unaware, or are James Wan and Leigh Whannell just colossal fraidy-cats?