In today’s strip, Cayla is utterly star-struck, a facet of her personality that we’ve seen exactly never before.
Bantom missed an opportunity in panel 1 to make Les’s personality really shine through. I’ve corrected this omission.
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Son of Stuck Funky 
Apparently “Mason Jarr the movie actor” is the new “my father John darling who was murdered”. It sounds even more awkward, but maybe that’s just me.
Thanks for continuing to clarify that we’re talking about Mason Jarr the f*cking movie actor here, TomBan. Otherwise I might have confused him with FW regulars Mason Jarr the jockey or Mason Jarr the orthodontist. Talk about belaboring the premise. Actually, Batiuk could probably go on for days on that topic as he’s the undisputed master premise flogger of our (or any other) time.
The interesting thing about Cayla’s character is that she has no personality of her own, she merely adopts whatever character traits the story (guff-aw) requires. Cayla is a starstruck nervous ninny? Well she is today, folks!
And hey, guys, that Cayla is a real catch, you know? She’s not at all annoyed that her husband invited a famous guest to stay with them without even talking to her about it first. No, instead her focus is on Les’ guest and that guest’s high Hollywood standards, wants and needs. What a girl, eh? No wonder her bearded dick of a husband is always smirking. God I hate that guy.
Mason Jarr, the Movie Star. He’s a’comin over!
I have nothing else to say, it makes no sense. He’s a’comin over to talk to flyover fools who like to collect comic books?
What was it called, the “buyout rule” that Les called last summer?
Oh, no!!! He’s doing that “(first and last name) the (occupation)” thing again!
Who says Les is insensitive? Didn’t you see him graciously offer to help prepare for the situation he’s completely responsible for, even though cleaning is totally one of those girl things (kind of like remembering your first anniversary)?
Just imagine how St. Cayla the Wife who isn’t Lisa would react if St. Les the Righteous Smirker was inviting a legitimate actor to stay at their house for a few days.
I just can’t wait for Batom® to bring Darin and Jessica (daughter of My Father John Darling who was Murdered, if you weren’t aware!) into this storyline arc from hell.
Watch this. Mason Jarr the movie actor asks Les where the local Best Western is…..
You know, yesterday I was thinking that there would be a moment in this sequence where Mason and Les are smugging along like the dicks they are while Cayla serves them coffee or some such shit, because Les is just that much of a dick to unilaterally invite someone to stay with him and then expect his wife alone to cater to his guest. It’s surprising to me (although I suppose it shouldn’t be) that Batiuk has made Les an even bigger dick by showing him explicitly taking it for granted that Cayla would do all the hospitality work for his guest. And then he has him try to score points by offering to help, so rather than this insignificantly reducing his douchiness, Batiuk apparently finds his offer worthy of praise. And let’s not even get into the fact that Cayla will not, and will never call Les on this behavior.
Figured I might as well bust this out. Special thanks to the South Park guys.
Welllllllllllllllllllll…..
Les Moore is a douche
He’s a useless douche
He’s the biggest douche in the whole wide world
He’s a stupid douche
If there ever was a douche
He’s a douche to all the boys and girls
On Monday he’s a douche
On Tuesday he’s a douche
On Wednesday to Saturday he’s a douche
Then on Sunday, just to be different
He’s a Super King Kong Ding Dong Douche
Have you ever met that guy Les Moore
He’s the biggest douche in the whole wide world
He’s a dumb ol’ douche and he has a stupid beard
He’s a douche douche douche douche douche douche douche
Douche douche douche douche douche douche douche douche
He’s a stupid douche
Les Moore’s a douche and he’s such a dirty douche
No doubt there will be an opportunity to sing the international version soon enough.
Jarr is going to stay with them… further evidence that, since the closure of the post office, Westview has become an insular and isolated Hootin’ Holler-like community. They are becoming increasingly unfamiliar with modern society’s non-pizza food items, educational standards, DVDs, football rulebooks, non-comic book based currency, and, apparently now, hotels.
@Paul Jones: “Watch this. Mason Jarr the movie actor asks Les where the local Best Western is…..”
Panel Two: Les and the Funk Man then take Mason to Montoni’s.
Panel Three: A dejected Mason to Les – “Okay, your house it is.” Les and Funky both smirk.
“Oh yes in order to complete my research into the part I’m bringing my co-star the Chimp. Will that be a problem?”
If Mason thinks the living arrangements in Westview are bad, wait till he checks out his choices for call girls.
I’m sure this “unexpected person to visit unexpectedly” plot was wildly creative…well, back in the 1950’s, when every sitcom used it. And six decades later, it’s finally making its way to Funky Winkerbean, where things naturally go when they’re so old they’re about to die.
BC: This plot was old back when Lucy freaked out because Ricky was bringing Montgomery Clift home for dinner.
“I’ll graciously help you with whatever needs to be cleaned.”
“Great. We’ll start with the bedrooms upstairs, and…”
“NOT talking about the house. I guess you haven’t noticed every cat in the neighborhood has been following you around for days. Stand still while I turn on the hose…”
Just how marketable is this movie going to be. It appears that Westview is the closest place to Hollywood with any of the comics or knowledge of Starbuck Jones. So it doesn’t look like there is much of the built in market Hollywood loves.
While the writers should know more about the subject than shows up on the screen, the actors on a popcorn movie really don’t need this kind of research.
@billytheskink: “…further evidence that, since the closure of the post office, Westview has become an insular and isolated Hootin’ Holler-like community.”
Batom® writes about what he knows. And he only really knows pizza, comic books and cancer. The rest is all make-believe.