This week it’s kind of a no-brainer and besides after last week’s Moby Dick-sized Cover Warz tell-all we’re gonna keep this one short but sweet — for the winner that is. The loser, of course, will spend a week munching the cold and bitter turkey sandwich of shame, doubt and self-recrimination. But please, don’t take it too hard. Remember, this is only a game. And so, onto the commentary: CP laid this bizarre egg of a cover image that looks, best we can tell, like a bird-on-man gang rape to illustrate their WHY PHILLY ACTUALLY SUX self-haterade. Remember City Paper, when all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. Frankly, yer bummin’ us out. As ICE WEASEL sez in the comments section:
Owie. As for PW, well, we’ve always had a soft spot for cartoonish nostalgia, which is a good way of describing Cassidy Hartmann‘s call for a return to the days when there were lush movie palaces on every corner, there was no war, or corruption or ORDER IN ENGLISH, AMIGO signs outside cheesesteak shacks and instead of shooting each other, we all went to the lobby — all of us, together — and got ourselves a treat.
THIS WEEK’S WINNER: PW