Lindy West is “sooo finny” as my friend Teeter would say. I enjoy few things as much as I do reading her film reviews in The Stranger. To wit: “If you merely tolerated The Hangover (like me), you will like this one slightly better, because it is slightly better. But I just don’t think that either film is particularly special or worthy of the infinity-grillion dollars that The Hangover Part II is about to make (by the end of 2011, this movie will be the world’s fourth largest economy, just above Germany).”
also, take some time out of whatever you are already putting off and read her review of the Mel Gibson “vehicle”, The Beaver: “Over the course of my medium-length life, I have wanted many things. Pizza, for instance (right now). And the widest bell-bottoms possible (7th grade). And a “beading loom” (you were right, Mom). And world peace (psych, I’m totally a war profiteer!). But never, ever have I wanted anything as much as I want to reveal the ending of The Beaver to you in this column right now. Uuuuuugh, life is HARD. Now I know how Precious from the movie Precious feels!”