Same feeling, exactly. We get to September, after a summer -- well, not exactly pitched to people who've had their pubic hair more than a year or two. And then justifiably we get angry that we had a 6-9 month dry spell between Oscar season and the start of the next. Last year at this time I walked into "The Skeleton Twins" on a rainy Saturday afternoon and felt reborn. Not because that film is superior (though Heder's work is way underappreciated), but because its artistry is connected to a certain kind of storytelling MIA for half the damn year.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 9/21/15 at 10:56 PM