Monday, March 17, 2008

I miss Cory and Trevor

By the time you start to wonder if your shtick might be getting a little old it's pretty much been over for a long time and everybody but you knows it. That's why sequels suck. All of them. Jaws II. Elizabeth II. Word War II. Imagine if Romeo and Juliet jumped up and said, “Oh! We're totally not dead, but our folks still want to keep us apart!” Five more acts of pubescent tsuris, only this time completely flat and lame. Plus, probably there'd be a part in there (as a warm-hearted, wisecracking father confessor, maybe) for Robin Williams.

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