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Out of My Brain on the #115

You’d think the comic book seller would make a little more of an effort to run after a prospective sale. You’d think that he’d keep #115, “the rarest of the run,” in a protective slab instead of (misfiled!) in a bin for conventioneers to paw through. You’d think that by now I’d have stopped looking for logic within the panels of a Funky Winkerbean comic.

Testing Credibility

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Charles
July 2, 2014 at 11:06 pm
…You don’t run a script or treatment past a test audience. That would be absurd…Never mind that no one making a crappy little movie to fill the Tuesday night slot on a basic cable channel would bother running it past test audiences.

This Hollywood arc has veered so far from reality to the point where even Les begins to suspect that it’s all bullshit. And he’s right: the “testing” seems to have been conducted by a succession of random people, each person having even less connection to the industry than the last. And hotshot “script doctor” Ken Casey is totally on board with that.

beckoningchasm
July 2, 2014 at 10:52 pm
…I find it interesting that Tom Batiuk gets worked up into high dudgeon when someone dares alter Lisa’s Story or question the value of comic books, but he simply can’t be bothered to respect the details in any other sphere (making films, as one example in a long list).

Yes, filmmaking ranks on par with or below the ability to make “a wicked tandoori chicken.”

Apparently.

Lisa’s Longevity

“Her dying just didn’t test well.” Just like Westview High School’s production of the Pulitzer Prize-winning play Wit didn’t “test well” with the parents:

(September 2009)

…because you see, it’s Art:

…and art belongs in a museum.

Good Lord, the lecturing never stops!

Survivor: Hollywood

You saw this coming, didn’t you? As if the saucy title and the insertion of an adopted Latino son weren’t indignities enough…now these Hollywood ghouls are robbing St. Lisa of her sainthood (and Les, thereby, of his martyrdom). It’s enough to make Les nearly spill his hemlock!

Doctor My Ass

If script doctor “Ken Casey’s” name is a play on “Ben Casey“, TB’s crafted yet another hoary cultural reference that’s sure to elicit a chuckle from those readers who appreciate “Jungle Jim toppers”. But it’s still better than naming him after a porn star (see “Mason Jarr“).