Product Placement

Up through the last hurrah," --30--".

So, I got distracted for a second during last night's broadcast, and missed what Levy said to Herc before inviting him over for brisket. Was there some sort of implication that Levy knew Herc was going to give up Marlo's celly to the cops? This storyline really intrigues me because there's no way someone as razor sharp as Levy brings Herc into the fold and trusts him not to pull shit like that. I can buy that there was some long-standing plan on his part to manipulate Herc and sink his own clients for personal gain. That makes a lot more sense to me. One of the lessons to be learned after last night: if anyone wears a crown now, it's Mr. Levy, the uptown lawyer.

Anyway, Slate is making a big deal out of Levy's Arby's commercial, asserting moronically that it's somehow "new," even though I saw it like a year ago. By the way, David Plotz, whom David Simon ripped apart a couple of weeks back, is exactly the kind of journalist Simon is trying to savage: ill-informed, self-serving, untrustworthy. One day, I might post about an interesting clash I had with Plotz years ago when I was in high school and he was a self-aggrandizing alum who came back to teach a pretentious course about western philosophy or some shit. Motherfucker was arrogant and ignorant back then too.

Anyway, the Levy commercial got me thinking about what lies in store for all these guys now. Chris as NRA spokesman? Snoop doing something for Craftsman nail guns? Randy schilling for M&M's? Dukie riding atop some Clydesdales for the next Budweiser commercial? You know these guys aren't exactly going to be lighting it up in the otherwise superficial, lilly white world of film and television.

Note, a re-edited version of the Clay Davis commercial for Verizon is above. Enjoy...