Liz Phair walks into a bar…
A favorite among the couple hundred unsigned entries in Newcity's 2004 Best of Chicago:
BEST PLOT LINE FOR "WICKER PARK," THE MOVIE,
IF IT HAD BEEN MADE A DECADE AGO
Liz Phair walks into a bar…
It’s about three minutes long: Liz Phair walks into a bar, nods to the knowing boy bartender for a drink, pulls out a sketchpad and starts to make a pert little charcoal doodle of him, and all the while, the Doors’ cover of Brecht and Weill’s “Alabama Song” plays: Show me the way to the next whiskey bar, or surely we must die, or surely we must die, the Lizard King intones, Show me the way to the next little dollar. A flash goes off: Liz looks up, sees a second flash as a couple tussle across the room in an old-fashioned photo booth. She wipes her palm across the sketch as the drink arrives. Bartender pats the bar, grins, the drink's on him. She smiles back, begins to write furiously: I bet you fall in bed too easily with the beautiful girls who are shyly brave and you sell yourself as a man to save but all the money in the world is not enough…
BEST PLOT LINE FOR "WICKER PARK," THE MOVIE,
IF IT HAD BEEN MADE A DECADE AGO
Liz Phair walks into a bar…
It’s about three minutes long: Liz Phair walks into a bar, nods to the knowing boy bartender for a drink, pulls out a sketchpad and starts to make a pert little charcoal doodle of him, and all the while, the Doors’ cover of Brecht and Weill’s “Alabama Song” plays: Show me the way to the next whiskey bar, or surely we must die, or surely we must die, the Lizard King intones, Show me the way to the next little dollar. A flash goes off: Liz looks up, sees a second flash as a couple tussle across the room in an old-fashioned photo booth. She wipes her palm across the sketch as the drink arrives. Bartender pats the bar, grins, the drink's on him. She smiles back, begins to write furiously: I bet you fall in bed too easily with the beautiful girls who are shyly brave and you sell yourself as a man to save but all the money in the world is not enough…
