A little math equation for you Popwatchers: 7 limoncellos + 60 inches of actor = 5 minutes and 51 seconds of must-see-TV on The View (and one prolonged shudder from Elisabeth Hasselbeck). Danny DeVito appeared on the hen-party chatfest yesterday, seemingly loaded (“I knew it was the last seven limoncellos that was going to get me,” he chortled) after a night out on the town with pal George Clooney, and proceeded to hoot, giggle and flail his way through a fascinatingly uncomfortable segment meant to promote his new movie, Deck the Halls.
Most shocking moment? I’m torn between the rubber-faced mocking of President Bush — he actually called him “numbnuts” — or his fond reminiscences of christening all corners of the Lincoln Bedroom with his and wife Rhea Perlman’s love juices. Then again, his nestling into Rosie’s lap near the end sort of put the cherry on the whole freakshow sundae.
Personally, I think it was a nice break from the usual stultifyingback-and-forth that is these shows’ bread and butter, and it’s unlikelyit will harm DeVito’s career much (Curses! Another leading-man rolelost to that pygmy hosebeast Hugh Jackman!), unlike Michael Richards’recent tirade.
Still, The View is daytime, Danny — next time, maybe, save the lewdness (and the limoncello) for Conan. What do you guys think?