No Cartoonist Ever Lived Like This
Yes, I realize it's a farce. I also realize they must have picked Lemmon's profession at random. Because I'm a cartoonist, and this is so...I mean, a strip cartoonist syndicated in 463 papers with a huge, gorgeous and gothic NY apartment(with a shower set at his exact body temperature), who has the time and money to:
1) Stage elaborate play-acting of his strip so that he can use the photo-ref(for only 3 days of strips apparently)--and apparently can close off major NYC avenues and the Port Authority
2) Have a full workout and massage every day
3) AFFORD AN ENGLISH BUTLER FOR GOD'S SAKE
4) Never be seen drawing his DAILY FREAKING STRIP(apparently something along the lines of Secret Agent X-9, called "Bash Brannigan")--though it appears he has no assistants
5) Go to black-tie parties at night and get drunk(the last two words, those are plausible)
...freaking what? BS, I call BS!
(And I WANT HIS APARTMENT!)