From showbiz icons to randy politicians, award-winning illustrator Drew Friedman has been there with his pen since the ’80s to skewer the most famous faces of our time. Now, Friedman, whose work has appeared in the Voice, MAD, The New York Observer, and National Lampoon, among others, is getting his first solo art show, Drew Friedman: My Way, at Scott Eder Gallery. Expect to see everything from Anthony Weiner lounging in the nude on a bearskin rug to Harvey Weinstein as the Incredible Hulk. This will also be the official launch of the re-release of his book Any Similarity to Persons Living or Dead Is Purely Coincidental, a classic collection of cartoons by Friedman and his brother Josh.

Fri., April 27, 6 p.m.; Tuesdays-Saturdays, 10 a.m. Starts: April 27. Continues through May 31, 2012



For more than 60 years, cartoon legend Gahan Wilson has delighted readers in such publications as Playboy and The New Yorker with his twisted cartoons about vampires, serial killers, and graveyards. Tonight the master of the macabre will appear at the Strand to discuss the release of Nuts, the complete collection of the cartoon he published in the National Lampoon’s “Funny Pages” section during the ’70s. A comic look into the agony of childhood, Nuts follows a sweet lad called “The Kid” as he endures the trials and tribulations of school, camp, and creepy relatives. Jesse Pearson, former editor of VICE magazine and contributor to The Comics Journal, moderates the discussion.

Thu., Oct. 20, 7 p.m., 2011



What do John Hughes, Chevy Chase, and Conan O’Brien have in common? If you answered that they’ve all made you pee in your pants at some point in your life, you’re getting warm. All three started their comedic careers at the Harvard Lampoon, and its spin-off, the National Lampoon Magazine. Drunk, Stoned, Brilliant, Dead: A Tribute to the National Lampoon dives into this historic and iconic publication and its stage show that saw the likes of John Belushi, Gilda Radner, and Bill Murray, and many of their contributors, rise to fame on Saturday Night Live, The Simpsons, and other shows and films. Tonight’s talk with original Lampoon alums includes artist Rick Meyerowitz, writer Danny Abelson, the Lampoon‘s “poet laureate” Sean Kelly, cartoonist Arnold Roth, and former Lampoon editor Mike Reiss, who will serve as the moderator.

Thu., Nov. 11, 8:15 p.m., 2010


Hillenbrand Bro Draxploitation Spoof Transylmania

Humping the vampire trend, straight-to-DVD director bros David and Scott Hillenbrand get some multiplex action by shoehorning their usual teen-sex farce into a hoary Draxploitation spoof. Won’t audiences be confused if they haven’t followed the antics of these wasted college kids from National Lampoon’s Dorm Daze 1 and 2? Franchise, schmanchise—we’re all gonna get laid! Spending a semester abroad in a Romanian castle that doubles as a rave-ready campus, the usual gaggle of horny losers, potheads, sluts, and “brainy ones” get loaded with silicone-enhanced vamps, a pint-size dean hiding a diabolical scheme to fix his daughter’s humpback, and all the filthy, sleazy locals with ridiculous accents you can stomach. The jokes are mainly of the slamming-your-dick-in-a-laptop variety—think Porky’s with ’00s references—and predictable innuendos about biting and sucking. There is, however, something surprisingly old-timey about the perfunctory screwball plot points: When a demonic music box is opened, a reawakened sorceress possesses a busty cheerleader; a fratty blowhard is forced to become a vampire hunter after pretending to be one; and the evil Count is an undead ringer for the lead virgin. With stronger actors and real writers, this might’ve been a vintage comedy you could sink your . . . nope, not going there. 


How to Cook Your Goose

Another piece of writing by Father Joe author, Tony Hendra, has emerged that has eerie resonance to the growing scandal over claims made by his daughter Jessica that he molested her as a child. This piece, from National Lampoon, is entitled “How to Cook Your Daughter,” a satire that could be described as Jonathan Swift meets Humbert Humbert, and ran in the magazine in September 1971.

Mr. Hendra has told People magazine that his daughter’s allegations are “false in every respect . . . They are hurtful because I love Jessica very much. . . . My daughter has a long history of psychological issues. . . . I am sad about this whole matter and hope she finds the help she needs.” Others have risen to Mr. Hendra’s defense, including Davis Sweet in this week’s Village Voice.

Hendra, a satirist, screenwriter, actor, and author, was the editor of National Lampoon in 1971 when the article excerpted below was published along with a sidebar, “How to Cook Your Father,” by Hendra’s other daughter, Katherine. It was sent to by a reader.

People often ask, “How do I tell when my daughter is ready for the table?” Well, there’s always some little variation, but generally the exact age falls somewhere between the fifth and sixth birthdays. During this period, the daughter acquires a smooth firmness totally free of flab or muscle, especially in the shoulders, buttocks, and thighs, areas which are the gourmet’s delight. . . . A slight nip of the teeth will quickly reveal the precise degree of succulence. An ancient and surprisingly accurate test of readiness is to hold the buttocks one in each hand and squeeze gently. If the daughter says, “Grrrugchllllchllll,” she is not yet quite ready. If she slaps your face, you have missed your opportunity. But if she giggles, she is just right.

The recipe printed here is the traditional one said to have been originated by the eleventh century Duke of Thuringia, Julian the Fertile. (Julian, incidentally, is said to have died from a surfeit of daughter.). . . .

For this recipe you will need:

1 pint of freshly pressed sunflower oil

1 bottle of very good Riesling

Fresh herbs: rosemary and marjoram

12 ripe sliced papayas

3 cups Grand Marnier

Dressing—a bikini top, black velvet choker, ankle socks (
a gout)

1 gallon of whipping cream

1 red apple

1/2 lb. sesame seeds

And, of course,

1 moderately plump daughter

First wash the daughter thoroughly. (If she does not object to this, it is certain that you have misjudged her readiness.) Some gourmets omit this stage, finding that the pâté of scrambled egg, chocolate, and sand found on various parts of the body greatly enhance the end result.

Next take a larger platter, curved to catch the juices, and place the daughter on it. Rub oil gently into the skin, particularly around the rump, shoulder, and cheek, these being the most exquisite delicacies if properly browned. . . .

Now turn the daughter on her tummy in a kneeling position so that her head rests on her hands. Place the sprigs of herb in the gently rounded crevices that will be formed. If she giggles at this point, reprimand her. Then scatter the sliced papaya all over her and rub the liqueur wherever you like. If she persists in giggling, tap her lightly with a rolling pin. . . .

At this point, the daughter will probably want to get up and go to the bathroom or play something else like prince and princess. If so, let her get up off the platter and give her some chocolate. If not, eat her.