Had an awfully thrilling day today getting work done at the Queensborough Department of Housing, which is located about 200 miles out of the city on Queens Boulevard – the supposed birthplace of Vincent Chase and his “Entourage” posse. And let me tell you: when he delivers that last line in his indie movie Queens Boulevard with such bravado (“I am Queens Boulevard”), well that’s nothing to brag about.
I think he should have drawn out the scene a little more. Made it a more eloquent and descriptive metaphor:
I am “FedEx Kinkos.”
I am “dangerous highway intersections.”*
I am “Eric Comfort Shoes.”
I am “Computer Training.”
I am “Lorento Pizza.”
I am “Hardware.”
I am “Burger King.”
I am “Fruit and Vegetable.”
I am “Glatt Kosher.”
I AM Queens Boulevard.
And for further clarification:
This is not Queens Boulevard.
And people do not do this on Queens Boulevard.
And women on Queens Boulevard do not look like this.
(If you don’t watch ‘Entourage” this post means nothing to you; unless you watch “Everybody Loves Raymond,” in which case it means very little; which is not much less than what all my other posts mean to you.)
* I wasn’t kidding.