I'm in the process of re-dedicating myself to a workout and general health regimen in the mold of Tony Perkis's comprehensive Perkis System. It includes regular self-degradation and dehumanization, which I think is reasonable because--HOLY CRAP LOOK AT THOSE GUNS!
A pair of these were intended for this past weekend. I swear to God I'm going to figure out this stupid scheduling feature someday.
Who would think there's a shot this gorgeous in a movie like Heavyweights?
Would you believe it if I told you that the little kid on the right turned into some hardbody hunk on Gossip Girl?
The Blu-ray of this thing is more packed with extras than some Criterion releases, including a recently recorded commentary (led by writer Judd Apatow) that is immensely satisfying and entertaining.
Bridesmaids director Paul Feig, as an actor in Heavyweights. I think this is the sense of abandon and investment and inhabitation that one should attain using the Meisner technique.
