“Jesus Christ, Beth. These muffins are giving me a hardon.” “Sexual Intercourse: American Style” is growing on me, if only because its tone is so fantastically bizarre. And it is so chock full of awkward moments.
“Shit. You just lost your vision. That’s the first sign of death.” “Dr. Miracles” is smart, funny, and deserving of a primetime berth. Good thing it got it. It has “bad math” joke, which makes me happy. And a lot of penis and oral sex jokes, which makes me even more happy. Could use a better sound man, though.
Top honors ought to have gone to the fabulous newcomer “The Bicycle Thief.” No, it’s not an update of the late 40s Italian classic film. Rather, its a surreal and deeply disturbing comedy thriller. It resembles a Waverly production, only with different actors. And it will almost certainly go on for as long as it chooses.
“Now some people might add spices to the filling, like cinnamon or nutmeg. But we say, ‘no thank you sir. Brown powders angry up the blood.’ ” Short and sweet 50s over-patriotic cooking show “American Cookbook” is a pleasant distraction. And the “next time” image will haunt my dreams tonight.
“When I saw my father suck that baby’s penis, I could feel the creation of the Covenant.” Last month, I suggested that “Mohels” is unsustainable. At the time, I was focused on the plot structure. Apparently the creators took my advice and started introducing a “bris cancellation” plot line. Great. Now, I’m focused on the lack of funny when I continue to suggest “Mohels” isn’t sustainable. Buh-bye.
The Power Glove was a nice touch. But the bad action film antics and campy melodrama that plagued the final episode of “28 Day Slater” completely justified its cancellation.