10 November, 2005

Desperation boulevard

It used to be that the sure sign of a movie actor's decline was when he or she started doing TV. These days there are so many "big names" on the tube—not only on cable network series, but even network shows—that I figure there must have been some kind of cachet shift while I wasn't looking. I mean, Geena Davis may be a couple decades removed from Earth Girls Are Easy, but her new gig as Commander In Chief is nothing to sneeze at.

And then there's John Lithgow. Dr. Emilio Lizardo ("Laugh while you can, monkey boy!"), Dr. Dick Solomon, Roberta Muldoon, and many other memorable characters in a career spanning four decades. So what's the story with these new Campbell's Select adverts? Every time I see him singing, dancing, and plastered with more pancake makeup than an over-the-hill hooker, I can't help but cringe. Did he lose a bet? Forget his reading glasses while looking over the contracts?

I keep hoping he'll pop up on Ellen Degeneres' show or something, cackling about the huge joke he's pulled on us all. Yeah, that's got to be it...


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