Back to the Grind(house)

McBeardo returns - tanned, rested, ready to leave again (maybe the planet this time).

Two weeks away and all went sort of like I’ve heard how vacations are supposed to go.

In the past, paid “vacations” prompted me either to pile into a van stuffed with bulbous, sweaty men in order to play peculiar noise-rock to overwhelmingly unappreciative non-crowds in one city after another, or I’d attempt to relax in close, non-air-conditioned quarters while surrounded by blood relatives.

Each such uses of time off only served to take time off my life expectancy (although the Gays in the Military 2005 East Coast tour was a hoot).

This summer, my lady and I scurried into the surf along various NJ-area shorelines breaking only for skee-ball, barbecues, and ice cream.

We also, over two consecutive nights in Coney Island, caught the circus and a Pat Benatar/Blondie blow-out.

Much to my shame, sheer mid-week exhaustion prevented me from making it to Anthology Film Archives‘ mind-roasting triple feature of Darker Than Amber (1970), Welcome Home Soldier Boys (1972), and Rolling Thunder (1977).

I did however, to my infinitely greater shame, pay to watch Funny People. Shockingly, I liked the first hour. It then becomes another movie for the remaining 95 goddamned minutes and, bar none, the most despicable toxin to date emanating from Jud Apatow.

That is a mighty achievement in my Book of Maniacal Hatred for Jud Apatow.

And John Hughes died. I don’t miss him.

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