Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Wilfred


Despite the gaping hole the absence of Mad Men has left in my television viewing schedule, this summer has not been completely deprived of gripping televised entertainment.  True Blood started off its season by leaping a year into the future; Weeds one-upped their HBO competition and fast forwarded three years and moved the whole cast to New York.  But in the face of so many shark jumping game changers, sometimes the best medicine is just to keep things simple.  And FX's new Thursday night comedy, Wilfred, can be refreshingly infantile in its simplicity.
Wilfred stars everyone's favorite hobbit Elijah Wood as Ryan, a depressed former lawyer whose in the  midst of a failed suicide attempt when the pretty and perky Jenna moves in next door.  Jenna introduces herself to Ryan by asking him to watch her dog Wilfred, and Ryan obliges.  The problem?  While to everyone else Wilfred is just another lovable pet, Ryan sees his new canine friend as a gruff, chain-smoking Australian man in a shoddy dog costume.  Jason Gann - co-creator of the original Australian series - reprises his role as Wilfred, wreaking havoc on Ryan's life in his pursuit of beer, weed, and amusement.

Needless to say, this is a definitively dark comedy, but the show repeatedly avoids becoming too bleak by falling back on Wilfred's more canine tendencies: he may want Ryan to think he's a world-wise pup, but the moment someone whips out a laser pointer, he's running in circles trying to catch it.  Yes, the show often plays up its primary conceit for easy laughs (see Wilfred humping a waitress' leg in the pilot episode), but just as frequently Wilfred uses similar opportunities to illustrate how we relate to our pets, as well as each other.  Ryan's sister Kristen may dismiss his new friend Wilfred as "filthy," but when Ryan tells Kristen's boss he'd rather "eat possum ass than be his desk monkey," the audience knows where Ryan's real loyalty lies.

Wilfred airs Thursday nights at 10pm on FX.  This network isn't too diligent about rebroadcasting episodes throughout the week - or getting them up On Demand in a timely manner - so consider yourselves warned.  The season thus far is up and running on Hulu if you'd like to catch up before this week's episode. And if you tune in Thursday, be sure to stick around for Louie at 10:30.  Louis CK's series alternates between stand-up and fictionalized vignettes in which CK plays...himself.  But he does it well; he keeps it simple.  And by Thursday night, an hour-long block of simple is really all a job hungry hipster could want.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Low Cut Connie


It's been a while since I brightened your world with a new musical selection, mostly because it's been a while since I brightened my own world with a new musical selection.  But after making grave efforts to catch up with the latest indie releases, I've found myself enamored with a particularly off beat band that pulls on the 'Jersey Pride' tether to my heart.

Low Cut Connie was founded by New Jersey native Adam Weiner and British songwriter Dan Finnermore, but the band's debut Get Out The Lotion (high class lyricism this is not) sounds more like a '50s rockabilly record straight out of Nashville.  The songs are upbeat, catchy, and made for dancing, with plenty of Southern twang and swagger, but the lo-fi aesthetic and hilariously vulgar lyrics (see Shit Shower and Shave or Big Thighs, NJ) bring a decidedly contemporary element to the band's sound that will appeal to the indie rock crowd.  And despite the raunchy veneer, Get Out The Lotion has some unexpected heart (Lovers Call and Full of Joy actually border on sweetness) and loads of enthusiasm.

For all of us hit hard by the tough economic times, Low Cut Connie has Get Out The Lotion available for download on their website for whatever you can afford to pay.  And those in the New York metropolitan area should check the band out live this August at Bar 4 in Brooklyn or The Living Room in Manhattan.