Zach Braff isn’t someone I’m terribly fond of — and I’m not sure why — but he won my heart with his adorable photobomb (above). A couple was taking wedding photos in NYC and after, the wedding photographer noticed a special someone in the shot. She tweeted,
Lots of people got their panties in a twist earlier this week when Zach Braff announced that he’d launched a Kickstarter campaign to earn the $2 million he needs to get his new film, I Wish I Was Here, off the ground. Sure, some studio probably would’ve bought that crap – the same people who put out indie shitfest (but totally one of my fav movies back in 2004) Garden State – but no no no. He wants to produce the new one “without compromises”. Basically, no one’s gonna tell Zach Braff how many Shins songs he can or can not include on a soundtrack, OKAY?
Well, he’s done it! With over $2.1 million raised, the sequel you never knew you’d have to see is going to happen – all thanks to the working class pseudo-hipsters of the midwest. Or something.
I can’t hate on Zach Braff’s Kickstarter. Sure, he’s rich and has Scrubs residuals/syndication money, but shit, why pay for something if you can get it for free? If I had a dime for every Kickstarter campaign I’d thought about theoretically launching in the past week, I’d be a millionaire! From money to buy one of those really fancy Keurig machines that are like, $250 to funds to travel around the world for a year without having to work, there’s nothing I don’t want in life. That’s totally the same thing, right?
Former Scrubs costars (and total brosephs) Zach Braff and Donald Faison uploaded this stirring rendition of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” to their brand-new joint YouTube account yesterday. I think I knew Faison had some pipes, but Braff holds his own, sorta. And nope, the irony is not lost on me: L.A. isn’t chilly in the slightest. Not this week, anyway.
This is only the first video posted to the “zachndonald” YouTube account, and I am delighted. Aren’t these lads darling? Ugh, they’re so charming together; what a pair. Here’s to many more homoerotic jazz standards!