Last night, I had a dream that involved, among other things, Richard Brody (whom I've never met, but have exchanged cordial e-mails and comments with) hosting an episode of "Saturday Night Live." Weird.
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Who was the musical guest?
Posted by: Mark Asch | March 26, 2009 at 08:07 PM
No musical guest. I only got as far as Brody's opening monologue, which was based around the idea of "twelve cinematic apostles."
If I were better at Photoshop (and if I had actual Photoshop), I would cobble together an Edie-Baskin-esque bumper portait of Brody, complete with SNL logo (hint, hint to any readers with such chops and software).
Posted by: Glenn Kenny | March 26, 2009 at 11:07 PM
How was his monologue received by the audience?
I've recently been watching Godard's appearances on Dick Cavett (on a disc packaged with the Believer magazine) and am fascinated by the idea of him appearing on a mainstream talk show (the closest analogy I can think of is Lynch on Jay Leno, where Leno seemed to be mocking Lynch - but Cavett was entirely respectful of Godard, perhaps TOO respectful as he sometimes comes off as an in-over-his-head undergrad asking the professor questions.)
Oh, and I might as well ask, who are the "twelve cinematic apostles"?
Posted by: MovieMan0283 | March 29, 2009 at 09:10 AM