I know I’m talking out of turn, but I really think you’ll appreciate this: today at work, I was talking about Sam, this portly older dude who has a perfectly round gut, a shiny bald head, a sharp nose, and a comforting waddle in his walk. I told a couple co-workers how he reminded me of The Penguin. They all chuckled, and totally got it. (Non-humble brag?) Anyway, turns out Sam totally over heard (or maybe Karen told him later; she’s a blabber), and I guess was really hurt. I felt a little bad, since I was calling out his gut and that nose, mainly. But he should know what he looks like. Then I realized he probably wasn’t thinking of the comics or Burgess Meredith, neither a master boss man or a wacky schemer. He thought of DeVito and grotesque flipper fingers. I blame a lack of culture. And Nolan for not using Philip Seymour Hoffman, like we said he should.
What did you think of Rises, anyway? I dug it, flaws and all. Definitely need to watch the Blu I bought. Maybe I’ll have an occasion to do that sometime.