Coincidentally, this went down four years ago tomorrow (it's also on the Dirty Old Town dvd):
In other news, the (most likely series) finale of John From Cincinnati was packed w/ gibberish and malarkey, even by their obtuse standards. The parade at the end was like the goofiest movie Robert Altman never made, although Ed O'Neill had me cracking up. This after the episode kicked off with maybe the greatest non-Al Bundy moment of the series: an aerial shot and montage set to Bob Dylan's "Series of Dreams," culminating in Shaun and the titular Cincinnatite surfing back down to Earth. It would have been even better with a "Lawrence of Arabia"-style POV shot of Butchie and Kai watching them emerge as a speck on the horizon. The tragedy of all this is that future generations will never understand the unique grip that John From Cincinnati held on our collective psyche, and we'll have to settle with telling our grandkids exactly where we were when Palaka's tattoo got infected.
Oh, and you want some unexpected synergy between Ted Leo and JFC? Here ya go.
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John and Linc's profound powwow changed my life, man.
I think Ed O'Neil came across so well because he may have been channeling some genuine anger at being caught in an even goofier series than Married with Children.
I was at that show where he did the Johnny Appleseed/Rudie Cant Fail. Teddy Rockstar could not have been nicer to anyone who went up to him.
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