It’s the dog days of summer, and champeen blogger James Wolcott is doggin’ muhfuggas out. Which is fun to read.
On “John From Cincinnati”: “[T]he actors seem stranded on a desert island as David Milch tosses them script pages from a low-passing plane.”
On “Californication” (David Duchovny’s new Showtime series): “I feel sorry for the actresses cast in ‘Californication,’ who not only perform nude scenes – something many actresses are wary about, knowing those clips will be pasted forever on the internet – but then have their characters dispatched with a crude insult that adds a special spicy dash of indignity for the drive home.”
On the GOP presidential contenders: “McCain is ready to check in any day now into the Memory Motel while Thompson soaks in a bathtub of warm gravy sopping up enough authenticity for a man-sized biscuit with only two things on his mind: lovin’ his woman and becomin’ president, even if the latter entails a little thing known in the dictionary as ‘effort.’ ”