Revelers and roasters hit the Red Carpet for The Comedy Central Roast of James Franco with spunk and fervor recently and their target was clear: To poke fun at the eclectic Oscar nominee/filmmaker/artist/Yale student/teacher/esoteric, creative beast.
The writers and stars of Comedy Central's hilarious Workaholics -- Blake Anderson, Adam DeVine and Anders Holm -- try out different varieties of delicious, mouth-watering baby food while wearing bibs and blindfolds.
There's a scene in American Beauty where Kevin Spacey's character applies for work at a fast food restaurant. They assume that "Lester" is inquiring about a management position, only to be met with his classic reply, "I'm looking for the least possible amount of responsibility."
There is nothing wrong with loving work. It is good to enjoy our professions and to support our families. However, there is a line that is very easy to cross, where we become servants to our jobs, and not simply because of our employers, but because of ourselves.
Did you see the story last week about Theresa Christian, the woman found stuck in her freezer after five days? Authorities and family members are still speculating about this peculiar turn of events, but surmise Theresa became concerned about a possible tornado.
Jillian Bell's is a tale of success that is not surprising, given that she started studying improv at just eight years old in Las Vegas. She possesses that rare gift of humanizing the quirkiest of characters.
Workaholics is hands down the funniest, least predictable, most exciting comedy on TV right now. Not the most important, or the wittiest or the most politically relevant, but it retains the highest laugh per minute ratio, all in a deceptively genius manner.
It might seem odd to praise a show like Workaholics for its ambition, but it's clearly aimed as more than a tossed-off trifle. Perhaps the higher compliment is to say that it's confident in its own skin and seldom over-reaches.