Saddened over the recent loss of HBO's hipster mystery (mipstery?) Bored To Death? So is Jonathan Ames, the guy who created it. But what's the point in wallowing in self-pity, if you can wallow in self-pity while drunk and surrounded by dozens of sympathetic fans? Wait, did I say dozens? How about hundreds! Thousands! No wait, dozens is probably for the best. Ames hopped on to Twitter tonight to announce that all fans of the series in the area should meet him at the Brooklyn Inn on Wednesday night for a drink on him. And he promised John Hodgman will be there! There is literally no down side here, people. Except the loss of Bored to Death, and the possibility of a fire hazard. But free drink! So... [@JonathanAmes]
Like a nude Hitchcock, Jonathan Ames made a brief appearance in last night's Bored to Death. He may not have a lot to show off, but for a streaker on cable television his manners are impeccable. [NSFW]
Their breakup may have finalized last weeks episode, but this week Ray (Zach Galifianakis) and Leah (Heather Burns) had been broken up for "three weeks." Ray shows up at his ex's place, but Leah's doorbell is broken, and as Ray has a mixed CD and a comic book to deliver he makes use of his still working key. What Ray finds is his own creator in post coital shock.
No more Four Seasons dining and rejected second novels. The only television show currently on the air developed by a Brooklyn novelist returns for a second season with an episode branding print publishing as a bad breakup and/or dungeon fetish.
HBO's new series Bored to Death has a self-referential hero, tons of inside New Yorker jokes, and heaps of self-conscious cool. But it's also a mystery series. Just who is going to watch Miss Marple meets Arcade Fire?