I don't like Alec Baldwin, and I never have, except for the blip of The Hunt for Red October, which might have been better without him. (I'm not sure; Jack Ryan in Red October is kind of a bookish wuss. Alec Baldwin doesn't strike me as very bookish, but you can't have everything.) He was gross in Working Girl, he was stupid in Pearl Harbor, he was pointless in Notting Hill, and I literally do not remember him in Elizabethtown. (Wow, has he made some terrible choices.) And he's never been good-looking, even before he blew up like a zeppelin. He's funny on 30 Rock, but not as funny as he thinks he is. His Jack Donaghy public persona, therefore, leaves me somewhat cold.
And he's everywhere. His voice is in Lexus ads. Not to be outdone, Capital One puts two of him on the screen at once! Multiple times! Being obnoxious and irritating, mostly. And assuming that we all know and care about the Words With Friends kerfuffle, and think it's hilarious. Which...one out of three isn't great.
Well, I could just stop watching television. But I'm still not safe! He comes on my classical NPR station to tell me about the New York Philharmonic. Couldn't they have gotten someone actually classy? Or a baboon?
Go away, Alec Baldwin.
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