Eastbound and Down
If you care the least bit about comedy or telling jock portrayal or the down-n-dirty reality of America’s heartland, you absolute gotta cop the first season of this phenomenal Danny McBride vehicle. Remember Ball Four? Pedestrian in comparison. Oliver Stone’s football flick? Relatively pollyanna when viewed back by back. Jose Canseco’s revelations seem like trite tattling when paired with the Will Farrell-exec produced Eastbound and Down.
Swear to God: I laughed so hard, so consistently that it became necessary to restrain my bowels and my tear ducts. Joe Bob sez: HolyfuckinShit!
March 27th, 2009 at 5:58 pm
I only watched the first episode all the way through, but it left enough of an impression on me to blog about it. The humor’s pretty broad, but at the same time fairly dead on in protraying clueless washed-up jock self-absorbtion. It has two strikes against it in my book due to the Will Ferrell association, but I’m willing to give it a chance in reruns.
I bet there are a lot more Kenny Powers out there than pro baseball is willing to admit.