I went to a screening of Capote the other day. The movie was mesmerizing, and all of the gushing praise you’re going to hear about Philip Seymour Hoffman’s performance as Truman Capote is well earned. He’s incredible. But what may be more incredible was the comment made by a woman in “the biz” who was one of a whispering triumvirate behind me. After the movie, we shared a lobby waiting for the elevator and this snappy showbiz maven stated between raves, “I had no idea he had that affectation~!”
Ah, yes. Truman Capote’s little known fey voice and mannerisms. I just wish she’d have had the balls to admit, “I’d never heard of Truman Capote before!”
It was a day of free goodness in Manhattan as I then went to a taping of The Daily Show, passing a hammertoed (ew) Kathleen Turner on the way.
I love The Daily Show, it’s literally what gets me out of bed in the morning (I refuse to DVR it so I'm forced to be up by its 10am EST airing). Jon Stewart is a hero of mine. But I gotta say, this is the second time I’ve been to a taping and I’m not sure it’s worth the three hour wait in line. Paul Mecurio’s warm-up is great, Jon does come out and say hello before the taping, but you have to endure stage management cajoling louder cheers out of you, you can’t hear half of what’s said, the cameras block your view and it’s all over too quickly. Not to mention having to listen to all the would-be comedians in the audience who have no idea that the poor staff of the show has heard their wacky comments a thousand times already.
But then again, I’m an asshole. Case in point: Yesterday, I went to a little known coffee joint in town and as I was waiting for my Pumpkin Spice Latte (Yes! Summer’s OVER, BITCH!), the young lady at the register yawned. I suggested that she partake of some of the life-giving caffeine surrounding her and she said, “I can’t. I’m pregnant.”
Now, a normal person would probably respond with a “Congratulations!” or “Oh, that’s wonderful! When’s the little bundle of joy due?” But not me. Without even thinking, I said… OUT LOUD… “Yeesh, one more reason to never have kids...”
She didn’t think I was funny. But the saddest part is, I wasn’t trying to be funny. That’s where I am right now. Maybe it’ll pass. But for now, I’m a hyper-cynical prick who will gladly kill that squirrel if I get the chance. Sorry.