Thursday, June 22, 2017
Good foresight, Dad. Somewhat related, I received this email the other day:
Hi Matt,I let him know that unfortunately, it was a joke. To Zach’s credit, he replied:
I’m a writer for Newsweek. I’m working on a story where I interview people who have tattoos of Bill Cosby, in light of his criminal trial. I did some googling and randomly landed on an old blog post of yours.
Do you actually have a Bill Cosby tattoo or was that a joke?
Hey Matt,Good man. Here’s his story:
Would you be interested in getting a Bill Cosby tattoo so I can profile you for my story?
(Just kidding. Thanks for the quick reply.)
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
I fully get why he’d call it quits – it’s the same reason why he’s selective about his films. He’s either out or WAY in. He’ll spend six to 12 months in super method preparation, and it’s a bitch. He learned to speak Czech for The Unbearable Lightness of Being, channeled rage for Gangs of New York and confined himself to a wheelchair for his role in My Left Foot. I’m not sure if this is entirely accurate, but Daniel is so method, that for the role of Abraham Lincoln he spent ten months on the side of a penny.
As a huge fan, I’m bummed he’s walking away, but on the other hand, didn’t he do this once before? He moved to Italy and became a shoemaker for like five years. He’ll be back.
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
In a nice display of showbiz respect the other night, Los Angeles projected the bat signal on city hall in honor of Adam West, who passed away last week.
This is the kind of stuff that makes LA unique and cool and inspiring. We don’t have your regular history here – no presidential monuments or architectural expression. We create ways to help people escape, or maybe laugh, or experience community. Adam West was a major part of our history, and a class act, and I love that we responded appropriately.
Monday, June 19, 2017
He did, of course, remember to wake me early yesterday when it was time to poop and sunbathe. Nothing like opening your eyes to that giant noggin.
It’s been ten years since my dad passed. I do miss the man, but luckily someone else took over raising me and teaching me everything I know. Happy Father’s Day, internet.
Friday, June 16, 2017
Thursday, June 15, 2017
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
Maybe it’s because I’m writing eight episodes all at once. Or that I want anyone who reads them to instantly want to be in them or work on them. My writing style feels more like a painting style, in which I scroll through my expanding document, my eye catches something, and I go to work.
Everyone’s style is different. You have to find what works for/inspires you. I saw this quote yesterday, and it made me want to press on:
As you wish, sir.Forget narrative, backstory, characterization, exposition, all of that. Just make the audience want to know what happens next.— Jon Winokur (@AdviceToWriters) June 13, 2017
Tuesday, June 13, 2017
That was my friend Rob and I, a while back, driving from New York to visit our friend Ted, who’d moved to Toronto after college.
In two weeks, the three of us are getting back together. It won’t be a road trip so much as us each flying to Chicago to spend four days together.
Already stocking up on the junk food. Can’t wait.
Monday, June 12, 2017
harassing Ben Affleck at the premier.
Friday, June 9, 2017
I ordered the extra fancy variety the other night: salt cod fried rice, at Suburbia. They make it with shrimp, scallops, and sweet-and-sour pork-crab chili sauce. I tore off my breakaway pants as I approached that dish.
Thursday, June 8, 2017
I was reminded of this last night, when my nephew’s Little League team had their end-of-the-season party, hosted by my big brother, the team’s head coach.
The cool thing: Brandon Bass of the LA Clippers was there. (His son plays on the team.) The risky thing: being around a dozen pent-up nine-year-olds. (They were eliminated one game shy of the finals.)
It was on. Cornhole bags whipped so hard, you could see dust flying out of them as they pegged each guy in the chest. Wooden golf clubs became weaponized. (One kid hit his four-year-old sister in the head on his back-swing.)
But for all their recklessness, I will honestly miss these idiots. I’ll miss bribing them with gum to get on base. Or offering cash to any player who actually knew the game’s score. Or insisting to all of them I’d bet on the other team.
On the bright side, out here in California, baseball is a year-round sport, so hopefully a summer league will be kicking in soon, and we’ll get to do it all over again. Only this time we’ll require batting helmets at the party.
Wednesday, June 7, 2017
Or eluding murder. While shooting my friend Mary’s web series in Venice the other day, her cat, Espresso, wandered onto the set. He was a former stray who used to show up every time Mary made espresso, and when Mary and her husband finally decided to take him in, they brought him to the vet for a checkup. The vet found a bullet in him.
Whoever shot that cat is a really bad dude who needs to get a life. Luckily, Espresso has eight more.
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
But then I had the chance to actually use that accent the other day, for a role in my friend Mary’s web series. I basically did Hugh Grant minus the stammer, and seemed to pull it off. The director was very impressed.
By the way – idea for a detective film: Hugh Grant IS Mike Stammer.
Monday, June 5, 2017
Tonight, HBO airs a new documentary that touches on that topic: If You’re Not in the Obit, Eat Breakfast. The title is based on a joke by Carl Reiner, one of several celebrities interviewed in this doc. All of them, including Stan Lee, Mel Brooks and Carl Reiner, are going strong after the age of 90.
Also featured: my mom’s 99-year-old yoga teacher, Tao Porchon-Lynch, who is the living embodiment of Forrest Gump. Tao marched with Gandhi, starred opposite Elizabeth Taylor in the film The Last Time I Saw Paris, and, in her most daunting endeavor, attended Thanksgiving at our home. You haven’t lived until Paul and Sheila Shevin bicker in front of company.
It looks really good. 8 p.m. tonight.