Maybe I’ll update this post later on and maybe not, but in the meantime please enjoy today’s strip without dislocating your neck. BeckoningChasm will be heckling the Starbuck Jones cast and crew from behind the velvet ropes starting Monday. Thanks to BC and to Team SoSF and most especially to you, the readers!
Your genial host,
Finally we get to see Marianne looking like the kind of Hollywood ingenue that could turn Conan into Bob Hope. I am no judge of fashion: I do think the shoulder straps seem borrowed from a Montoni’s apron, but the cutout midriff is a kind of stylish touch. A great little black dress for a party, sure, but I think what the reporter girl’s got on is much better suited for a movie premiere.
The author has gone to lengths establishing Marianne’s close relationship with her Mom. It’s all she talked about over lunch with her costar, and she even dragged Mason home to meet her (and we all know how that turned out). It’s rather puzzling, then, that as Marianne’s dreams of stardom are realized, the Mom who inspired her sits home alone watching it all on TV.
She may be unclear about Mason’s presence at the premiere, but Blondie McMicrophone positively gushes over “The Writer,” Pete Reynolds. Pete’s actually the re-writer, hon. He was only brought aboard to “rework the script” after the movie’d already been in the works for a year.
So, clearly the courthouse encounter we saw yesterday takes place before, or who the hell knows, maybe after the Starbuck Jones gala premiere. We don’t know the name of the wasp-waisted blonde with the mic, or what media outlet she represents, but she’s obviously done zero preparation for this assignment. Yesterday she was taken aback to find that one of the “cast members” was the sentient (and now apparently ambulatory) computer Holtron. Today she either forgets or doesn’t know that Mason Jarre is the star of this thing. In panel two, Cindy’s sporting an odd neck bulge behind her ear, while Mason resembles a young Danny Kaye. I can’t wait for tomorrow’s strip where washed up minor celeb Cindy fumes over being ignored by the reporterette.
Let’s hope the prospective Mr. and Mrs. Jarre and Mr. and Mrs. Anger get back from the courthouse in time for the World Premiere of Starbuck Jones! The studio’s pulled out all the stops, installing huge inflatables of Starbuck, Jupiter Moon, and a Xanax Warrior atop the Val’s crumbling marquee, while the “front of house,” which just last week was brown, appears to have been repainted the same blue-gray as the drab balloons at that kid’s birthday party. Here’s hoping that the life-sized SJ and Jupiter we see waving to the crowd are costumed players; to have the movie’s leads cosplaying themselves at the world premiere would be too cheesy even for Batiuk.
August 21, 2017 at 12:26 am
I like how Batiuk doesn’t bother actually showing where they are. The theater? Marriage License office? Swinger hotel? They’re here, guys. Just here.
“Here” turns out to be the courthouse, and there are so many questions. Are they picking up marriage licences, or are they going to be married by a judge, or maybe by Centerville’s mayor, Bill Clinton? Why then did the prospective grooms (separately!) reach out to Pete to find a minister? Why all the secrecy about the wedding? And while it’s true that Starbuck Jones is what brought them together, does that somehow mandate that they must marry as soon as the movie comes out? Has the movie come out, and have we not been shown the gala Ohio premiere? What happened to the pink boutonniere that Cliff wore yesterday?
Today’s strip was not available ahead of time and I won’t be at the computer when it drops because I have tickets to see a band that I’d bet Tom Batiuk appreciates, NRBQ. But I’d be a poor host not to hang out a placeholder post, so fire away and fall back!