Life on Mars is one of those new shows that I've only watched accidentally while trimming my cat Stella's nails or trolling the carpet for leftover weed. I know that it's high concept (guy goes to sleep in the '00s when dumb mustaches are resurgent and wakes up in the 1970s when dumb mustaches were simply rampant) and that it's some sort of police procedural. Other than that, I got nothing.
But! For the past few nights on my bike ride home to Greenpoint, Brooklyn there's been a film crew setting up shop at a bar on the corner of Russell and Nassau. "Ooh! I wonder if Tina Fey or Gladys Knight or Angela Landsbury is in there!" I thought, stars in my eyes. Well, last night I finally got the payoff when I saw Michael Imperioli, formerly of The Sopranos, and his freakin' retarded 'stache outside the bar where they were filming a scene.
As usual, my camera phone was there to capture the blurry magic.
