Best new TV: “Bored to Death”
Jason Schwartzman and Zach Galifianakis are anything but boring in HBO's new comedy
Topics: Bored to Death, Zach Galifianakis, Ted Danson, Entertainment News
There’s nothing quite like New York City in September, and there’s nothing quite like the gaggle of self-involved magazine editors, pretentious filmmakers and aimless creative types who haunt its bars and coffee shops, waxing about the little tragedies and joys of their cloistered existences. Captured endlessly in plays, TV and movies muddling through their precious urban lives with only strong coffee and strong drinks to guide them, these deluded denizens of Manhattan and Brooklyn share a limited understanding of just how self-indulgent and foolish they are. In the wrong writer’s hands, such characters are intolerable. (Whit Stillman, anyone?) But in the right writer’s hands, well, you’ve got the best Woody Allen films, for starters.
Novelist Jonathan Ames, who’s been happily demeaning himself since he wrote a column about his neurotic tics, childhood experiences and sexual escapades for New York Press, may be a suitable scribe to pick up where Allen left off. In his HBO comedy “Bored to Death” (premieres 9:30 p.m. Sunday, Sept. 20) he peels back the layers of vanity and self-delusion that clog up overly precious creative circles to reveal a bunch of hapless children, trying (and often failing) to keep themselves productively occupied.
The show’s odd beats and absurdly pretentious pauses feel like a cross between the awkward brilliance of “Annie Hall” and Charlie Kaufman’s best films. Take this scene in which the lead character, a fictionalized version of novelist Jonathan Ames named — you guessed it! — Jonathan Ames, is approached by filmmaker Jim Jarmusch at a party:
Jim: So I really loved your novel. Dark, funny, perverted? Beautiful. You must really suffer from the terrifying clarity of your vision.
Jonathan: Thank you. I do suffer. Thank you.
Jim: Take a look at this screenplay. I kinda dashed it off. It’s about the New York poet Frank O’Hara. He had a beautiful nose, like a boxer.
Jonathan: Yeah, I know. I love his nose.
Jim: He got run over by a dune buggy on Fire Island.
Reeling in the wake of a breakup with the woman he feels is his soul mate (sound familiar?), Jonathan is looking for some way to stop rattling around in his head all the time. Instead of flashing back to every moment he ever spent with his true love, though, Jonathan decides he needs to become a man of action. So he takes out an ad online as an unlicensed, untrained, freelance private detective, and soon he’s fielding calls from strangers with problems that might better be confronted by … well, a licensed, trained private detective.
Heather Havrilesky is a regular contributor to the New York Times Magazine, The Awl and Bookforum, and is the author of the memoir "Disaster Preparedness." You can also follow her on Twitter at @hhavrilesky. More Heather Havrilesky.




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