No one has the confidence of Jerry Seinfeld. His supreme belief in himself oozes out of every mundane premise, slight irritation, and the half-cocked smirk that graces his lips when he comes upon one of his many hilarious observations. Every time a mere mortal raises the pitch of their voice and questions, “What’s the deal?” he only grows stronger. Only the hubris of a Seinfeld, a man flying too close to the toaster on wings made of Wild Berry frosting, would lead him to declare the movie... Read this story
