What started out as the most entertaining FW arc in a while has predictably settled into a rut. Clearly Darin’s made it clear that he wants nothing to do with Frankie, Lenny, and their proposed reality show.
Tag: Frankie
Go Funk Yourself
Ok, “I’ve got three different words” sounds a little more natural, but I won’t nitpick: today’s punchline makes this the funniest FW strip all year! I stand in line.
Not One for the Books

“…this girl that he had been with“? Do these Hollywood clowns realize that that’s no way to talk about Our Lady of Westview? Darin is trying hard, very hard, to keep his cool, but that cocked eyebrow in panel 1 tells me that he’s seconds away from losin’ his shit. And I’ve been trying not to imply that their “partnership” is more than “strictly business,” but Lenny is practically feeling up “his man” in panel 2. Maybe Lenny is Frankie’s “Leon”, and whatever loot that they manage to pry from Darin and Les is going towards gender reassignment surgery, like in Dog Day Afternoon…
The Producers
So how do we know that Frankie (and his partner Lenny) are just no damn good? “Lenny and I have a production company in Hollywood…” If only Les had been around to spot them: Lenny’s bald head, glasses, and sportcoat surely would have given him away as one of those vampire-loving Hollywood types.
I love how the documentarian who makes films nobody sees has the nerve to sneer at somebody who’s had “a big hit on YouTube.”
Signifi-Gant Other
Is Frankie messing up their names on purpose? “David” from Darin, and “Josie” from Jess? What’s happening to Frankie’s head? It starts out big and seems to grow bigger in panels 2 and 3.
bobanero
May 20, 2013 at 9:03 am
So are we actually going to ever find out exactly who this Lenny guy is, or is he just going to continue lurking in the first panel of every strip for the rest of this story arc?

Well, at least one of our questions gets answered today: Lenny can talk. Whatever kind of “show” he’s talking about, Darin has clearly heard enough. Jess holds on to him as he starts heading for the exit with that curious strutting manner in which all men in the Funkiverse walk.