Down with Love

The other day someone referred to me as a bachelor. I was flattered - when I hear "bachelor" I think of playboy man-about-town sprinting from one meaningless date to another and hanging out in my split-level shag-rugged apartment in Manhattan listening to "The Manny Moods of Murray Wilson" while sipping martinis. With, apparently, Niles Crane. In other words, I aspire to be a bachelor. - XMASTIME after yet another viewing of Down With Love

I haven't seen it in years but back in the day I really loved Down with Love; it was breezily disposable while a precursor look to Mad Men. So I look forward to any random shout-out for it, such as its 18th-year anniversary:

One of the big funny scenes you have in the movie is with David, in Ewan’s character’s bachelor pad, where he keeps setting off different contraptions and you get caught in the middle of them.
David Hyde Pierce is just, when it comes to comedy and physical comedy, a master at it. It was just about listening and responding, which is what I think all good acting aspires to be. I actually get under the couch at that one point and the cigarette smoke was coming out from under it. I remember having a mild panic attack under there, like, “How well made is this prop couch?” It’s funny how much this movie I really remember probably because the whole thing is sort of in Technicolor in my mind. I mean, I can’t remember what I had for breakfast this morning.

Find this movie and watch it, people!