Stellar Firma Star Theft And Star Marlins Improvised narrative comedy podcasts need a solid framework to sustain themselves, and this newest offering from Britain’s Rusty Quill (home of the exceptional horror series The Magnus Archives) and brothers Ben and Tim Meredith has expertly exploited its premise for consistent, frenetic laughs. In the reaches of far-future space, a hapless clone named David 7 (Ben) finds himself plunked down in a chaotic, seemingly no-win struggle to assist boozy, vainglorious, and questionably qualified planet designer Trexel Geistman (Tim) in the task of creating a new custom-built planet each week. Trexel invariably swans in just before deadline, leaving the mismatched pair to scramble—in impressively improvised, squabbling panic—to create an entirely new world before time expires and the sensible yet powerless David is “recycled” into slurry. The show’s inventive sci-fi trappings evoke Douglas Adams, but it’s … [Read more...] about Body hair: Trim it or treasure it?
For comic readers looking to make complex, meaningful relationships with characters that never stop growing, there are over 30 years worth of Love And Rockets stories waiting to be absorbed. In the pages of this ongoing alternative series, brothers Jaime and Gilbert Hernandez have built two distinct worlds that are sprawling in scope yet remarkably intimate, exploring Latin American and Mexican culture through beautiful, sophisticated stories with universal appeal. The passage of time is an essential component of the success of Jaime’s The Love Bunglers, a gorgeous new oversized hardcover from Fantagraphics collecting a story originally published in Love And Rockets: New Stories #3 and #4, and the narrative wouldn’t have the same impact if it didn’t have decades of history behind it. … [Read more...] about The Love Bunglers
DJ: Very funny that you should ask, because the very first day of filming Tin Cup, Cheech and I were doing a scene—the scene where I show up and ask Kevin’s character, Roy McAvoy, to be in my charity golf tournament—and I already had the script for Nash Bridges, because Hunter Thompson and I had conceived the idea, but we’d originally conceived Cheech’s character as your typical drunk Irish cop. So I’m doing the scene with Cheech, and I said, “Come by my trailer at lunch, will ya?” He said, “Sure!” So he came by my trailer, and I handed him the script, and I said, “I want you to read this, and wherever you see the name ‘Donnellan’…” He said, “Yeah, yeah, I know: Dominguez.” [Laughs.] So that’s how it came to be: I just felt the chemistry, and I just knew we’d be great together. … [Read more...] about Don Johnson on
September 18 The Hunt For The Trump Tapes With Tom Arnold (Viceland, 10:30 p.m.) It would be an all too fitting end to our two-year-long national nightmare if the Donald Trump presidency were brought down by a stand-up comedian with a Viceland series—a bookend to our incredibly stupid time provided by the star of 1996’s The Stupids. Tom Arnold claims to have heard the recordings of the former Apprentice host spouting bigotry between takes, and now he’s on the trail of that incendiary audio as well as the un-holy grail of all Trump recordings: The fabled “pee pee tape.” It’s not as if this docu-comedy has a chance at ejecting anyone from the Oval Office; it’s a sideshow to the sideshow, less investigative journalism than reiteration of the president’s long, public record of shittiness. Arnold’s Hunt is much more about putting a recognizable face on the stone-turning mania that’s turned the American public into a raving mob of … [Read more...] about Mayans
The French, perhaps unsurprisingly, had a knack for the putting a little sex into futuristic transport storylines, as you can see from the two illustrations below which were made around 1900. Again, the physics involved in something like attaching propellors to your shoes doesn't quite make sense. But the illogical aspects of these fanciful ideas can be forgiven. If only because they look so darn cool. Electric lights and all! … [Read more...] about Before Jetpacks, We Were Promised Butterfly Wings