Oh Nathan Lane... When clever people (say, Mel Brooks) put words in your mouth, you can be charming. Sadly, when you appear on a talk show to hock your latest project, you are left adrift in a sea of improvisation.
No, you are not the first and I seriously doubt you'll be the last, but on Thursday you grasped at straws and the cheap joke that came out of your mouth was just tedious:
"It's great to be back in LA...I love it here. You know, I don't tan well. I don't drive. I'm not a vegan. I don't know from Kabbalah, but I love L.A."
Um, yeah. Of the 10 million people in LA county, at most 1 million could be of the Kabbalah tradition/faith/religion/whatever (since that's how many adherents they claim, world-wide.)
Then there are those of us who commute by foot or bike not to mention the 400,000 who commute by bus, despite huge flaws in this city's public transportation systems.
And, considering the rates of basal cell cancer, squamous cell cancer and melanomas, it's clear that few people in Los Angeles are "tanning well."
And although I'd delight in L.A. as a vegan utopia, but if it were, there would be no residents in our local farm animal sanctuary.
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