Joke of the day: Hotel guest calls the front desk
A hotel guest calls the front desk and the clerk answers, “May I help you?”
The man says, “Yes, I’m in room 858. You need to send someone to my room immediately…I’m having an argument with my wife and she says she’s going to jump out the window.”
The desk clerk says, “I’m sorry sir, but that’s a personal matter.”
The man replies, “Listen you idiot, the window won’t open and that’s a maintenance matter.”
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The Final Tennis Match in “Challengers”
No one told the filmmaker Luca Guadagnino that tennis doesn’t really work like that. In the finale of the glorious romp “Challengers,” a pair of professional players, the estranged friends Art and Patrick (Mike Faist and Josh O’Connor), face off in a frenzied rally, backed by a thumping electronica soundtrack and presided over grandly by their romantic and sporting svengali, Tashi (a gleaming Zendaya), watching from the stands. The back-and-forth eventually settles into a ludicrous series of volleys, shot from a dizzying array of perspectives. Real pros would resolve a point far more quickly, but this is tennis as modern erotic opera, and the scene ends with one of the most ecstatic visual jokes of the year: one man leaping across the net and landing—sweaty, smiling, spent—in the waiting arms of the other. To quote one of the film’s satisfying lines, “Come on!”
Conan Likes It Hot
Sean Evans’s “Hot Ones,” a Web show in which famous interviewees answer podcast-y questions while eating chicken wings doused in an escalating series of hot sauces, has become a regular stop on the celebrity promotional circuit. In April, Conan O’Brien turned the show into a master class in his own brand of full-send comedy. During the conversation, the former late-night host rubs sauce all over his face—and on his nipples, through his shirt—pours reckless amounts onto his wings, and later drinks it straight from the bottle. “I’m erect for the first time in fifteen years,” he screams, his senses awakened. “Call the wife!” Later, with his face covered in milk, hot sauce, and spittle, O’Brien tells viewers to look for comedy everywhere, high and low and in between. Don’t be a snob, he cautions, then adds, “These aren’t the rantings of someone who’s had some bad chemicals and overdid it to be funny and relevant to people who are at least fifty years younger than him.” On the latter part, mission accomplished.
Rap’s Springtime Beef
The battle between Kendrick Lamar and Drake unfolded via searing diss tracks that prompted close reading, with Lamar landing what was considered a knockout blow, and a top candidate for song of the summer. “Nice to know that rap could still create a culture-wide main event of this kind, full of narratives and lore and cathartic plot points,” The New Yorker’s Vinson Cunningham wrote, “but the flagrant misogyny on display dampened the mood.” Still, the exchange offered a few comedic bright spots, especially on Lamar’s “Euphoria,” where he boasted about his records and, in a neatly nested dig, accused Drake of purchasing some cosmetic enhancements: “Yeah, my first one like my last one / it’s a classic, you don’t have one / let your core audience stomach that / didn’t tell ’em where you get your abs from.”
