I’m going for the unshaven lumberjack look today:
Baseball Show with Weston Bruner
Weston writes for BaltimoreSportsReport.com.
If you’re going to endeavor performance art in this town, you better damn call James Franco
“The reviews were so angry,” said Mr. Affleck, who attributed much of the hostility to his own long silence about a film that left more than a few viewers wondering what was real — The drugs? The hookers? The childhood home-movie sequences in the beginning? — and what was not.
Virtually none of it was real. Not even the opening shots, supposedly of Mr. Phoenix and his siblings swimming in a water hole in Panama. That, Mr. Affleck said, was actually shot in Hawaii with actors, then run back and forth on top of an old videocassette recording of “Paris, Texas” to degrade the images.
“I never intended to trick anybody,” said Mr. Affleck, an intense 35-year-old who spoke over a meat-free, cheese-free vegetable sandwich on Thursday. “The idea of a quote, hoax, unquote, never entered my mind.”
– Michael Cieply, New York Times.
Oh, so it turns out Joaquin Phoenix rap career was all an elaborate hoax intended to make a good “documentary”? F@#!ing shocker.
Also, it really sounds like Casey Affleck only gave up the big secret because the reviews were bad, right? Like he was just a little bit defensive about all the criticism of the crappy camerawork and everything else, and so came out and was all, “Well the joke’s on you because it wasn’t even real!” Even though the crappy camerawork was real.
I love the idea of the long-form hoax, but I think if you’re going to do it you really need to have an endgame in mind. Revealing it to the New York Times “over a meat-free, cheese-free vegetable sandwich” does not seem like a suitable culmination of two years of deception.
I went and saw Man on the Moon before it opened at a special showing in D.C. and Bob Zmuda, Andy Kaufman’s frequent collaborator who was played by Paul Giamatti in the film, spoke afterward.
Zmuda said that he and Kaufman actually once worked on a script about a comedian who faked his own death and showed up at the premeire of his biopic 10 years later. So though Zmuda was nearly certain Kaufman was actually dead, he said he still harbored some small doubt that he could show up on the red carpet. He didn’t, obviously. But that, that’s a hoax.
Joaquin Phoenix pretending to be drug-addled and crazy for two years? Meh. Not even really that convincing a performance, to be honest.
I mean, a noble effort for sure, and maybe I should check out I’m Still Here before I judge, but you really shouldn’t effort performance art these days without involving James Franco in some form.
Also, I love that Affleck says, “I never intended to trick anybody.” Ahh, excuse me, Casey Affleck? Isn’t that exactly what you intended to do?
Oh, and furthermore: One time in college I was at an end-of-year barbecue for the campus theater group and I wound up very, very drunk, something I don’t often do. I’m not proud of it, but I was behaving terribly in all sorts of ways, just a total lout.
Anyway, in a brief moment of lucid thinking I realized that if I didn’t come up with some way to redeem myself quickly, these people were all going to know me as the wretched, vile human being I exposed that afternoon.
So before I left, with great focus, I feigned sobriety and proclaimed that I hadn’t had even a drop of alcohol that day and was just acting all along. And the party full of theater types clapped for me as I exited.
In truth, the most impressive part of the performance was that I managed to walk out without stumbling or otherwise betraying my inebriation.
If anyone who was at that party finds their way to this post, I apologize for my behavior, twice over.
That’s not much of an endgame, but then that wasn’t as involved a hoax.
Yoink!
Hat tip to Boing Boing.
Jets-Patriots stuff
The Jets have put the fear of making a mistake in the forefront of Mark Sanchez’s mind. That much is clear. He’s all hesitancy and doubt. He threw only one pass downfield against the Ravens, or at least one deep pass with serious intent. Flinging one up 10 yards away from a receiver does not count. That’s a throwaway.
Now the Patriots come to town, and they can set the Jets reeling. Don’t think they are not relishing that chance. Tom Brady is dangerous, and the Jets have some problems in the non-Darrelle Revis part of their defense. They even have problems in the Revis part now that their star corner is battling a tender hamstring — one that may been caused by his missing all of camp. The best player on the first level of their defense — defensive tackle Kris Jenkins — is gone. And the injured Calvin Pace may be the best player on the second level. He’s least the most versatile.
I watched half of the Patriots’ evisceration of the Bengals on Sunday before I got disgusted with Cincy and switched over to something more compelling, but it was enough to convince me that the Patriots are once again, sadly enough, extremely good at football.
It’s a very small sample, mind you, but they appeared to be moving the ball at will on the Bengals’ defense and they completely neutralized Cedric Benson and the Cincinnati running game. The only place they looked weak was in the secondary, especially at the corners.
Again, it’s only one game. But it strikes me that there’s a pretty solid chance the Jets could be 0-2 after Sunday, and the reactive New York media will explode, even though Gang Green will have lost only to two reasonable Super Bowl contenders. If the Jets played like they played Monday and the Patriots play like they played Sunday, that’s exactly what’ll happen.
Luckily, a lot can change in a week. If the Jets can move the ball better on offense, they’ll secure more first downs, give their defense longer breaks and keep Tom Brady and his stupid hair off the field.
But based on what the Patriots did to the Bengals’ rushing game, it seems like a safe bet that the Jets will have to pass downfield to do that, if only to stretch the defense. That means a lot should fall on our hero, upon whom much doubt has been cast of late.
Phone call for you, Mark Sanchez. It’s destiny again.
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Once again, a friendly reminder
Tulsa-born Tommy Hanson starts for the Braves against the Mets tonight, so I figured I’d seize the opportunity to remind everyone that he may or may not be first cousins with the pride of Tulsa and his namesake, the band Hanson.
More evidence of their relation surfaced recently on the Internet in the form of this photo, of the pitcher Hanson showing off his prized catch to the band Hanson on the set of the Adam Carolla show:
The resemblance is nearly as eerie as the phantom hand on Taylor Hanson’s shoulder.
A universal truth
Remember when Angel Pagan did this?
<3 Angel Pagan. Someone needs to have a long talk with Carlos Beltran this offseason about playing right field in 2011. It’s hard to imagine Beltran can’t see why.
Presenting: Mexicue!
No word yet on if I secured press credentials for the forthcoming Vendy Awards, but it seems I at least landed myself on the distro list for press releases leading up to the event. And from that I found this, by far the most intriguing of the Rookie of the Year nominees, the Mexicue truck. Anyone had it? SPOILER ALERT: This will probably be a sandwich of the week sometime soon after the next time they come to midtown.
Jenrry Mejia’s shoulder: Perhaps less sucky than we previously thought
You’ve probably already heard this by now, but the MRI on Jenrry Mejia revealed a rhomboid strain in his right shoulder, which — though I am no doctor — doesn’t seem to contain such awful harbingers as “labrum” or “tear” or “rotator cuff.”
According to SNY producer Carly Lindsay, Mejia spoke to reporters before the game today and said he still hopes to pitch in winter ball and the injury is not the same as the one he suffered in Binghamton.
It’s still not good, mind you, but I think given the wide array of possibilities that come to mind when a 20-year-old leaves the mound holding his shoulder, this doesn’t sound like the worst one.
But we shall see, then. Medical diagnoses are often hazy and difficult things.
