Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Urban Haute-Bourgeoisie

Re-watching Metropolitan today made me crave winter in New York City like a junkie craves a fix. (Is there such a thing as too much Californian sun?) It really kills me that Whit Stillman and Noah Baumbach are still the only directors who have had enough good sense to exploit the genius that is Chris Eigeman. Having long-assumed that he’d fallen off the face of the earth since the ill-fated television sitcom It’s Like, You Know (which, like, wasn’t even all that bad), an IMDB search this evening has instead revealed a relegation to supporting roles in Gilmore Girls, Malcolm in the Middle and Maid in Manhattan as of late—suggesting that a fall off the face of the earth might have been a far more respectable option. Not only that, but Metropolitan (Stillman) and Kicking and Screaming (Baumbach) still haven't been released on DVD (and Stillman’s The Last Days of Disco is out of print). What gives?! Please send any and all anti-Eigeman conspiracy theories my way.

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