Summers vs. Winters

Batiuk’s so fond of describing his strip as a “quarter-inch removed from real life” but it’s more like 180 degrees, a Bizarro world. Mason winds up in the tabloids and immediately frets over Marianne…Cindy gets wind of the purported affair and shows up at the studio looking for her supposed rival when you’d think her first order of business would be kicking Mason right in the nuts. Anyway, why is Cindy even still allowed on the set after she ruined a take? I guess for the same reason Frankie and Lenny are allowed to continue running their bogus food truck.

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12 responses to “Summers vs. Winters

  1. Epicus Doomus

    I know Batiuk gets some sort of sick kick out of Cindy’s insane jealous rages and all-consuming insecurities but seriously, the shtick became very tiresome ages ago. Looks like we’re in for a week of huge-fonted screeching and Mason’s pitiful explanations, until we get to the part where someone finally notices how suspicious that Food Film dude is, as it seems less and less likely that Boy Lisa is going to bother with letting anyone know about Frankie’s diabolical martyr-impregnating past until it’s way, way too late to prevent him from dishing out the Hollywood dirt.

  2. billytheskink

    Is the artwork in today’s strip italicised, or is it just me?

  3. $$$WESTVIEW ONCOLOGOIST$$$

    I have a feeling this is a fake-out. I don’t know why but this just seems off. We can’t be that lucky to see a hair pulling cat fight between Cindy & Marianne over Mason Jarre’s bullet-ridden dead corpse.

    I also feel we are being set up for a Sunday Comic Book Cover Spread.
    Sort of like what he did with the Archie Strip when Owen and Cody were fighting for Summer

    I also feel like I have lost most of my brain cells trying to figure Tom Batiuk’s idiotic machinations on this strip.

  4. spacemanspiff85

    I have to assume that the rest of the director’s sentence was going to be “finishing this stupid movie”.

  5. ian'sdrunkenbeard

    I thought I had accidentally clicked on “Zippy the Pinhead” when I saw the comic today. Put a bow on the director’s head, and he looks like Zippy’s brother.

    I like the way these high-foreheaded folks look all melty. Even Masone seems to melt from P1 to P2. I really love the expresssion on the director’s face in P2. Today must be eyebrow day, because everyone is giving them a good workout.

  6. Funny…I thought that we’d be good for a week of her plotting her stupid revenge against her sitting duck opponent. Then again, I also thought that we’d get a coherent story out of Cliff Anger so what do I know?

  7. Rusty Shackleford

    Lisa used to get jealous like that too. Oh wait, no, she was a strong woman…no wait, ah, gotta consult the tapes.

  8. Rusty

    This will end with some sort of public humiliation for Cindy, who pretty much brings it on herself. What a bunch of unlikeable characters.

  9. Bobby Joe

    Masone needs to cover his nut sack. Didn’t he figure that Cindy was going to fly into a rage. He is not the sharpest tool in the shed is he?

  10. Any director worth his salt–and apparently Mr. Director Man has some clout, as he can dictate a sequel he just thought up to the staff–would pull Mason aside and say, “Get your fiance under control, pal, or I guarantee that we’re shooting a ‘regeneration’ scene and replacing you with Nicholas Cage.”

  11. Jimmy

    I remember when I never worked in Hollywood, stuff like this would happen all the time.

    A tip of the Funky felt tip pen to the artist who tries and fails miserable at paying homage to Dali’s “The Persistence of Memory”.

  12. Charles

    You know, when I’d go to visit my father at his office, I had to go through two security gates, and he was just a partner in a damn law firm. Here we have what should be a closed set with very tight security and yet Cindy (a media figure for Christ’s sake) is allowed to just come and go as she wishes.

    I suppose I should have emphasized “should be” in the previous paragraph. This is, after all, the movie set where a marginal caterer for Christ’s sake was able to wander into a shot, grab a prop from an actor and start flailing around, after she basically just sat there watching the thing instead of doing her damn job. Batiuk’s really writing what he knows, I guess, and he knows nothing.