Is it 1952? No? Then why is it still supposed to be funny when a woman swears, or a granny talks about sex, or a child “rocks out”?
I’m peeved. People roll around at School of Rock. Actually ROTFL, like the abbreviating bastards they are. They often refer to “hilarious” scenes like the one in The Wedding Singer (shudder) when the…hang on it’s hysterical…the…OMG, LMAO…when the granny…wait for it, the granny…she raps! Like a human being! With eyes and ears and knowledge of sex and everything! Ha ha ha! Grannies don’t have sex! (Oh, wait…)
These scenes are so teed up you can smell them coming from the start of the film; there’s no surprise, and they’re so maniupulative and devoid of spontaneity that they make me puke. I’m serious.
In the live comedy realm, I’m tired of weak ideas and shit gags being punctuated by words like cunt, or flaps, or cunt-flaps, and being hailed as outrageous, especially if the speaker is “cute”. “Oh, what a surprise!” “How quirky!” I’ve just said those words, there, in that earlier sentence, and I’m still in my pyjames. I’m about as outrageous as a sponge in its natural habitat (ie some kind of reef). I’d heard them before. They’re not new. I’ve even said them before, because I speak English. Unless I’ve invented a new way of using them, you should not give me any credit. You should definitely not laugh.
Swearing and “outrageous” imagery are brilliant, if they’re accompanied by some sort of idea. Any sort, but preferably a clever, funny one. Don’t be manipulated. Ask for more.
Monkey-cum.
Did you laugh?
Sigh.
