About As Much Fun As Shooting Yourself In the Face...






...that's how I'd describe Page 2's turgid series of e-mail correspondence between two unfunny dudes with absolutely rotten taste in music, movies, TV, lady-humans and sports, Bill Simmons and Chuck Klosterman.

Other than the fact they'd make great roomies, there's nothing revelatory here. "90210", Dokken, Josie Moran's tits, "Singles" vs. "Reality Bites" (correct answer - they both sucked), painful self-referential crud all over the place. Seperately, these guys are hard to stomach. Together, well, let me put it this way : if their correspondence was instead an overheard conversation at a diner, cinema or airline terminal, police would need dental records to identify the bodies.

I'm not challenging the right of either individual to share their dimwitted likes & dislikes with the rest of the world (though I'm not exactly prepared to defend said right to the death, either) but as great debates go, it's not exactly Shapely-Curtis. It's not even Gore-Stockdale-Quayle.

Posted: Wed - August 18, 2004 at 07:24 AM      

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