Showing posts with label comedy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label comedy. Show all posts

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Rest In Peace Parody




Over my life time I've watched and listened to a good share of parody music, movies and television shows. Weird Al Yankovic, Tenacious D, The Lonely Island, Jon Lajoie, Richard Cheese, (*takes a breath*) Spaceballs, Hot Shots, UHF, Mad TV, Saturday Night Live. What all of these things that I've mentioned have in common is that they attempt to satirize popular culture. They provide an absurd look at something that otherwise attempts to appear serious.


Humour in general often tries to make the same attempt. Irony presents the opposite of the anticipated result. Comedy pushes the envelope by taking the absurd to extreme levels. Whatever experience one may have in real life parody turns up the volume, color or contrast in order reveal a truth about humans and their behaviors. The truth that is generally revealed is that one part of the species is acting in an idiotic manner. As stated in my previous essay, the desire of satire/sarcasm is to make idiotic human behaviors visible and shame them out of existence.




But lately we have been presented with an ever increasing problem. We once thought that reality and parody were two distinct sets of tracks running parallel indefinitely beyond the vanishing point of human perception. But, we were wrong. Much to the chagrin of our intelligent ambition, or primitive lizard brains love watching crap, and not just one piece of crap but several helpings of the same crap. This crap might change in color from red to blue to green but we love it regardless of shape or smell. I don't think that any of us need to apologize for liking crap, we just do and that's a fact. We as a species and as individuals hold ourselves to a higher standard in public as a matter of ego but advertising dollars don't lie. For the record, not liking crap and not complaining about it/boycotting it is considered liking crap.


The problem with crap is that it is high in caloric content and it is clogging up the arteries of parody causing it to die a premature death. While many parodies are generally poorly done and typically considered a lower form of humor their inability to be expressed is evidence of a bigger problem. That bigger problem is of course the merging of reality with parody. This means that the arc of crap that we call reality has risen so high that it is now exempt from being ridiculed. In other words the absurd/silly has become the serious. Shows like The Jersey Shore and Toddlers and Tiaras are free from scrutiny because they parody themselves. The sane among us regard these shows as little more than mindless entertainment but (and it's a big but) we are not aware of the hidden and long lasting effects.




My wife and I have listened to several people pronounce the word "chipotle" incorrectly. Also, everyday our Inbox's are flooded with LOLCATS. The way that others say chipotle "chip-poat-el" is amusing to us, thus we adopted it as an inside joke. Further, LOLCATS are hilarious and as such we often find ourselves speaking in LOLCATisms. We know we are not serious but the world at large does not. So, often what happens when we are out in public or meeting new people we will accidentally mispronounce chipotle (or words like it) because of our programming. What once was parody for us has now become reality and often because of it we appear stupider than we are. The next step of course after being incorrectly programmed is to slowly devolve into the thought patterns and topics of interest of the people who we were at one time mocking.




Recently on a tabloid show I watched them do four minutes on Kendra Wilkinson Baskett. At first, I hope you are thinking "Who is Kenda?" Well, Kendra was a former live in girlfriend of Hugh Hefner who finagled her way into a television show with two other prostitutes who lived in Hugh's mansion. She eventually went on to C-list stardom with her own reality show which landed her a juicy spot on Dancing With The "Stars". Still with me? good.




In this particular video Kendra was practicing her dance moves while talking to one of the producers of DWTS. Instead of a nip slip she accidentally offered up a left cheek sneak which was made audible by the enormous boom mic hovering around her posterior. Ten years ago this inconvenient truth would have been edited out to preserve the credibility of the young starlet. These days Access Hollywood not only teased the spare the air incident three times throughout their show but they played the fart about four times in succession during a video breakdown segment. They then followed up on the story the next time that they saw Kendra on a red carpet to get the details about what happened on that fartful day.


Access Hollywood: What happened?
Kendra: I farted.
Access Hollywood: Do you fart a lot?
Kendra: Yeah.
AH: Have any of your farts ever gone too far?
Kendra: What do you mean?
AH: Have you ever shit your pants from farting.
Kendra: Not that I know of but I gotta be me ya know? Everyone once in a while you need to crack a few eggs to make a shit omelette.
AH: Ain't that the truth.


Zoom out on a pregnant Kendra doing a booty dance on the red carpet.


Enjoy it while it lasts folks, parody/comedy are going the way of the Dodo, Blockbuster and Bookstore. There is no sadness, there is no fear, the future is here and progress doesn't have room for shame or humility.



Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Super Mario Brothers is a Little Racist



I was recently rebeating (that's right, replaying all the way through) New Super Mario Bros Wii. I came to realize that over the last year or two I have become exponentially better at video games. If you want to be great like me, you'll need to develop these 3 skills:

1) Be unemployed
2) Have no friends
3) Develop Agoraphobia

If you acquire these talents you will be slaying dragons, zombies and raiding enemy bunkers in no time. Anyway, back to my point:

The entire purpose of Super Mario Bros is preventing an interracial relationship. Sure, Bowser is a dragon but that doesn't mean that he is undeserving of love. Perhaps if princess Peach opened up her heart instead of shaking with fear she might be able to see Bowser's inner beauty. Maybe Bowser is just reacting to feelings of abandonment and isolation. Perhaps his anger is a cry for help, a cry that perpetually goes unnoticed every time that Mario mashes the release button and drops Bowser into the burning lava.

The second and most crucial piece of evidence is the Goomba. Sure we've drawn the conclusion that a Goomba is a derogatory term for an Italian and thus the Goomba is Italian but look a little closer. The Goomba has a dark skin pigment. The Goomba is shaped like a large phallus with feet. Further, the Goomba is a foot solider and the first line of attack against Mario. They are given the worst resources possible and expected to succeed. In addition even though the Goomba shows great loyalty to Bowser, he rarely if ever is allowed inside the castle walls.


To add insult to injury the Goomba is slow and slow witted. Sadly, he is commonly squashed when he is just standing around minding his own business. Even sadder he often helps Mario to jump to new heights or to avoid dangerous deaths by being under foot. These armless penis's with feet watch helplessly as Mario stomps on them and collects all the coins. Does Mario ever come back and spread the wealth around? No, he just sits at home eating Princess Peaches pie and counts his fat stacks of coins.


Finally, Yoshi. There is no better example of slavery than Yoshi. As soon as his egg hatches Mario leaps onto his back. If you compare their sizes Mario is not much smaller than Yoshi. What the game player doesn't see is the little club that Mario invariably whacks Yoshi with every time that he complains "Get off me you fat ass plumber." Further, Yoshi is a conscious being. He has conversations with Mario and writes him notes. It is not as if he is some dumb animal that Mario has trained to do his bidding. Yoshi has been born into slavery and kept there through violence and psychological brainwashing. I say psychological brainwashing because it is apparent that Yoshi is delighted to see Mario every single time. Stockholm Syndrome anyone? Once Mario's "friend" has served his purpose he is quickly discarded and shares in none of the spoils of war.