Epicus here, ready to snark away on Batiuk’s latest galling display of mindless self-indulgence. It took me a few seconds to figure out what this piece of crap was supposed to be. Apparently Les is making a little game out of his horribly butchered cancer book by pretending that he’s writing some sort of 1940’s (what a surprise) trashy pulp jungle comic. Which makes no sense whatsoever, but it did give Batom a chance to draw that snazzy comic book cover featuring (sigh) Lisa as some sort of jungle girl and Les (aaarrgh) as a chain-smoking 1940’s (sigh) hack writer. At this point it’s anyone’s guess as to what’s running through TheAuthor’s mind, although “not that much” would be a decent investigative starting point IMO. What a sad and nauseating display.
Tag: Les
Sew Me
Is something going to happen here? Why can’t Les just spout this stuff to Crazy Harry back in Westview? The reactions would be about the same. How is this advancing today’s plot at all? Today’s strip is just cumbersome. Mason is trying to be polite but Les is taking his single-word answers as interest.
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe this story is fascinating. Let’s try an experiment tomorrow, Snarkers. Recite, word for word, the Pavarotti story to a co-worker, friend, family member or mailman. See if they seem even slightly interested.
I’ll do the same and let you know how it goes.
Wooden Dialog
SoSFDavidO here for the next two weeks, takin’ the reins!
Here we are, still in Hollywood. It’s a good thing Les doesn’t have to start preparing for school in the upcoming week or so. Today’s strip has Les still hanging out with Mason, about to watch Mason do a table reading, which is probably some industry lingo TomBat picked up a week ago.
Where’s The Beef?
SoSFDavidO here for the next two weeks, takin’ the reins!
Looking back at Lisa’s Story, the other shoe, (inspiration for the script they’re yammering about in today’s strip,) it’s hard to imagine how much he could do to add or remove from the strip. Almost every part of the movie is going to take place at Int: Montoni’s Pizza or Int: Lisa’s bathroom. Sure, there’s a few trips to the hospital and that weird football catch at the beginning but other than that, Lisa’s Story would be better told as a novel or a… (reluctant sigh) daily comic strip.
Jarring Reality
SoSFDavidO here for the next two weeks, takin’ the reins!
Every fairytale has to come to and end, and in today’s strip, Mason Jarr drops off Les in the middle of downtown Hollywood with nary a peck good night. I’m not sure what point Les is trying to make here, as I can’t think of anything much cooler than tooling around in Hollywood as a bankable star in a Porsche. So Mason has to live in an apartment and study lines for a script. Boo-hoo, woe is Mason in his beachside 2700 sq ft apartment-away-from-his-Aspen-Home. I really feel for the guy as his $80,000 car drives him and his perfect hairdo into the sunset.
Son of Stuck Funky 