Steve Martin
“I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything.”
— Steven Wright
(text via mirabile-visu)
Not much beats the Sammy Davis Jr. rendition of Jerry Jeff Walker’s “Mr. Bojangles”. He’s a one-of-a-kind. Also, dig these hilarious Davis roasts by Foster Brooks and Don Rickles (featuring a waaaasted Dean Martin).
While shooting the first Hangover in Las Vegas, Zach Galifianakis was sitting at a blackjack table with his mother when a kid came by and asked to take a picture with him. Galifianakis spun around, furious, and said, “Can’t you see I’m with a prostitute?”
(text via srirachashits)
I love this clip of Richard Pryor getting interviewed by the local newsman on the set of Stir Crazy (1980). All the newsman wants is an expletive-free bit — just the tiniest bit — that he can air that night, and Pryor is too coked up and belligerent to give it to him. In order to appeal to Pryor’s vanity (at 1:16), he belittles Steve Martin, but even an ultra-loaded Pryor can see what he’s doing and pushes back: “Don’t knock Steve Martin to try to build me up!” That’s character.
(via vetyverandleathr)
Bill Murray and Gilda Radner, dancing together at Studio 54’s 1978 Valentine’s Day ball.
(Source: vanityfair, via notarobotbutaghost)
Phil Collins Face Value. Altered and submitted by Richard Lukather.
This blog Deface Value is fantastic. Feels as fresh as Fakecriterions did for a minute (though it lost its charm quickly). Thanks to Decorp for the heads up.
Pro-life conservatives are obsessed with the fetus from conception to nine months. After that, they don’t want to know about you. They don’t want to hear from you. No nothing. No neonatal care, no day care, no head start, no school lunch, no food stamps, no welfare, no nothing. If you’re preborn, you’re fine; if you’re preschool, you’re fucked. Conservatives don’t give a shit about you until you reach ‘military age’. Then they think you are just fine. Just what they’ve been looking for. Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers. Pro-life… pro-life… These people aren’t pro-life, they’re killing doctors! What kind of pro-life is that? What, they’ll do anything they can to save a fetus but if it grows up to be a doctor they just might have to kill it? They’re not pro-life. You know what they are? They’re anti-woman. Simple as it gets, anti-woman. They don’t like them. They don’t like women.
— George Carlin
(text via enjoybjork)
The world’s best drunk, Foster Brooks.
His drunk airline pilot sketch with (an extremely split) Dean Martin and roasts for Don Rickles and Martin are must sees.
“Always end the name of your child with a vowel, so that when you yell the name will carry.”
— Bill Cosby
(image via anneyhall)
![The deification began with Julian Barry’s play, adapted for Bob Fosse’s Lenny, and continued with Albert Goldman’s book Ladies and Gentlemen, Lenny Bruce!! and the Lenny Bruce Performance Film. His albums are back in the record stores and, all things considered, [Lenny Bruce] is still one of our most successful comedians.All of this myth-making involves playing fast and loose with the facts, which do not make Lenny Bruce out as quite the heroic figure we’re now asked to accept. But no matter. If the film Lenny works as fiction, that’s all we have the right to expect. The problem is that it doesn’t. Bob Fosse, who captured a time and form of show business so memorably in Cabaret, tries this time for a quasi-documentary style that gets in the way of his, and Lenny’s, material. And Dustin Hoffman, good as he is in the title role, is never quite permitted to put together an organic, three-dimensional character.
— Roger Ebert, from his November 10, 1974 review of Lenny
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The deification began with Julian Barry’s play, adapted for Bob Fosse’s Lenny, and continued with Albert Goldman’s book Ladies and Gentlemen, Lenny Bruce!! and the Lenny Bruce Performance Film. His albums are back in the record stores and, all things considered, [Lenny Bruce] is still one of our most successful comedians.
All of this myth-making involves playing fast and loose with the facts, which do not make Lenny Bruce out as quite the heroic figure we’re now asked to accept. But no matter. If the film Lenny works as fiction, that’s all we have the right to expect. The problem is that it doesn’t. Bob Fosse, who captured a time and form of show business so memorably in Cabaret, tries this time for a quasi-documentary style that gets in the way of his, and Lenny’s, material. And Dustin Hoffman, good as he is in the title role, is never quite permitted to put together an organic, three-dimensional character.
— Roger Ebert, from his November 10, 1974 review of Lenny
(image via fuckyeahmovieposters)
