Today we taped our last episode of Talking Pictures at NY1. When I was a kid, I watched Siskel and Ebert obsessively, and my big dream was to review films on air with two older grumps. Boy, did I get my wish–and I loved every minute of it. I loved working with my big brothers Neil Rosen and Bill McCuddy even when we fought. I loved the immersion therapy of seeing so many films each week. I loved introducing gems and clunkers to our surprisingly passionate viewers. I loved flirting debating with such rotating guests as Michael Sargent, Jack Rico, and Rafer Guzman. And I loved living out the dream of an 8-year-old Boston girl. To everyone who watched the show, stay in touch. I loved connecting with you guys most of all.
Spotted this morning in Tompkins Square Park: three (3) men puffing on cigars (are they back? oy vey); one (1) woman tenderly trilling an aria to her poodle as the two trotted along; two (2) drunk homeless dudes telling each other super dirty jokes via Burt and Ernie puppets (a la “Beaver”); and two (2) overly coiffed girls decked out in pink pearly Lycra and pink pearly makeup. “God, I would NEVER live in New York,” sniffed one of them. ” Honey, we would never have you,” I said. “THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID,” bellowed one of the Muppeteers. Everyone but the pink girls burst out laughing.
Usually Bill McCuddy and I troll each other but on our Talking Pictures Oscars prediction show, we troll Tr%mp and Hollywood—in that order. Along with Neil Rosen and Perri Nemiroff, we talk scandals, showmanship, sequins, and, of course, our picks for most major categories. Tune into NY1 today (or your local Spectrum station) for our picks of what will and should win; follow my Oscar-night tweets for über-snark, dahlinks.