Soooooooo many things to talk about, so little time. So let’s get on it, shall we?
- The Rapture. Well, either it didn’t happen or it did, and I’ve been left behind, destined to toil away in my cramped cubicle until such time as the four horsemen of the apocalypse arrive to rape and pillage the Earth and lay waste to the land. Now, non-reverend Harold Camping is saying that it did happen, only it was invisible. And that the world is still ending in October.Look, as a Jesus follower, I’m resting my faith on the core belief that there’s life after death—that somehow this isn’t all we have. Call it fantastical wishful thinking, but the notion of an afterlife, rosy and naïve as it may seem, is what keeps the momentary suckiness of everyday life bearable.
I’d feel bad about contributing to the hilarious Twitter- and Facebook-fest chronicling the ridiculousness of Rapture Weekend (not to be confused with Raptor Weekend, which is very serious and can actually kill you), but when people like Camping take advantage of others’ most intimate beliefs for personal gain, I think they need to be called out.
- Yay Funny Ladies! I saw Bridesmaids twice last week. This movie is easily one of the best and funniest films I’ve seen in a long, long time. Calling it a female Hangover is simplistic and misses the point entirely. This movie is terrifically well-written and well-acted; the fact that it’s composed of genuinely funny women is an added breath of fresh air. I keep thinking that this is what Sex and the City 2should have been.As an improviser, it makes my insides giggle to see a movie that’s grounded in real characters with real emotions. Wiig and company bring Del Close’s mantra of “truth in comedy” to life. I’d normally go on to provide a more detailed review, but my words wouldn’t do the movie’s very charming appeal justice. So just do yourself a favor and go see it.
- Googoo for Gaga.I caught Gaga fever a few weeks ago, when, after seeing her Monster Ball show on HBO, I realized that the 25-year old fashion shock jock has actual talent to back her up crazy antics. I’m incredibly drawn to performance artists—you know, the kind who’ll play at an empty bar at 2 a.m. just because they love performing. There’s something to be said about someone who’s classically trained, can actually sing and play an instrument, and doesn’t need the mechanical assist of an autotuner to sound good. When I looked behind the giant eggs and meat dresses, I came to appreciate Lady Gaga’s (nee Stefani Germanotta) artistry and am now unashamed to declare my enjoyment of her work.Her third album, Born This Way is chock full of honest-to-goodness music from an actual musician. That’s a rarity these days. What’s more, this is a feel-good dance album with an edge, at times a tad over-produced, but never at the expense of soul at its core. You get a sense in listening to the album that Lady Gaga clearly enjoys what she does, and it shows. And that’s what makes this album a lot more fun—and exhilaratingly honest—than, say, Brit Brit’s Femme Fatale.
- I Love Happy Endings. My vote for best new show of the mid-season goes to ABC’s Happy Endings. Sure, it reminds you of other shows you’ve seen before, but it does something that even the most cynical TV viewer (i.e., me) can’t resist: charm the pants off you. With the number of ensemble comedies that have graced the TV screen post-Friends, it’s easy to overlook the ones that are based on—again—real characters with real emotions. This show has that. Also, the cast is superhot and made up of actual comedians (a number are improvisers ). Plus, the show’s writers are awesome and have a hilarious twitter account.
- Imma Help You Find Your Funny. Finally, I’m back to teaching improv this upcoming semester. (I couldn’t stay away for too long.) I’m teaching Level 3: Scene at Washington Improv Theater, Sundays from 4 p.m. to 7 p.m. starting June 6. Sign up today!