Bored aand without meth

I’d pay to see Jason Schwartzmann play a bully or a brutal murderer or in a cage fight, Schwartzmann has this tendency to look like that kid in high-school who had someone take a shit in their school bag, or that other kid who got face-raped by the biggest girl in school but no-one shed a tear or even cared because he was just too random and small. You know the kind of kid who Darwin would claim was an evolutionary anomaly, or if you ever were to imagine in a same-sex couple as the bottom. He’s whiny, tiny and generally just hittable, but for some weird reason he’s also amiable.

This is realized excessively in Jonathan Ames’s “Bored To Death” where Schwartzmann plays Jonathan Ames a young precocious novelist who ‘moonlights’ as a Private Dick, but unfortunately never really attends to his own. It’s Funny, but not fat children falling over funny, or Eddie Murphy in an all leather suit funny, but a public kind of funny where you laugh and turn around with a little pretentious wink and mouth to your buddy “you get it” because the joke involves some kind of post-modern cultural reference that only an anglophile or the love child of Christian Lander and Wes Anderson would get. It’s so full of its own crap but Ames uses a certain reflexivity to highlight this which makes it twice as funny, and hold it I’m gonna say it but don’t circumcise me yet, Ironic.

Bored to Death is fantastic, well rounded, consequential, cautiously daring and laden with a star-studded effective cast –yeah Entourage I’m aiming at you!- and is littered with a series of guest appearances which would send the average indie kid into seizure. Schwartzmann owns shit intensely as Ames and coupled with his uber-kitsch wardrobe which would make Chuck Bass give up cock for a whole month makes him one of the funniest and most predictably interesting characters of 2009.

Television’s crap, let’s face it good television is like a personality in Bishopscourt, it’s rare and hardly ever happens, but when it does oh man is it awesome. Bored to Death is a classic example of this and one that I’d thoroughly suggest, almost as much as I’d suggest never going to ass to mouth, but that’s a different chapter in a different book Jonanthan Ames [the character] will research and mimic.

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Rosie Roy