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“We’ve got a really big show for you, folks, and I think you can see that’s not all that’s really big…”
(NOTE: pronounce ‘show’ as ‘shoe’)
thwartme
This movie just got released on DVD in Region 2 and I got a chance to see it.
I don’t think I would say I liked it. Blue humor in general is, IMHO, the lowest and worst kind of humor (I still feel that way, even after have seen this movie) and that mixed with my being prudish had me off at a bad start. That doesn’t mean I was not entertained: the movie offers representatives of the elite of american comedy, people with creative and intelligent minds that can make any topic funny.
That said, I experienced that there were two types of versions of the Aristocrats joke:
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storytelling type: This version of the joke is about throwing out so many odd explicit details in such a surreal style that the joke becomes more about the comedic timing and skill of the person telling it, rather than what’s actually being said.
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shock effect type: This is about expanding minds, making the joke so graphic and disturbing that the shock value in itself is the humor. There is of course the value of comedic timing, just like the storytelling version can’t do without graphic details, but the main idea is coming up with the roughest mental image possible.
I had a great time with any joke of the first kind. Any joke of the second would just plant mental images that I’m still trying to wash away (fetuses, violent fisting, bullet holes, graphic mimes, etc.). It might be great humor for me. Doesn’t work for me.
Just watched the DVD last night. That was hilarious! We watched half of it again with the commentary, and that was very good, and almost as funny. They give some nice some background information about many of the comics. We’ll finish the commentary and watch the extras over the weekend (we have to wait until the kids are deeply asleep).
It was easier to watch than I thought it would be. I was expecting a continous onslaught of filth, but it was actually spaced out so that you get a breather between the offensive bits.
My favorites were the mime, the guy doing the Christopher Walken impression, Gilbert Gottfried at Hefner’s roast, and everyone making fun of Drew Carey’s ending flourish. They save the footage of Gottfried until the end, so that you know the history of the joke and have heard many versions of it, and that makes it much funnier.
Some of the terminology they explain would have been new to me except that I lurk on this board too much, so I had heard most of it before.
The trick is to *not *form mental images. Let the words roll over you, don’t try to picture it.
How can you possibly do that?
I thought it was a fun documentary. It’s worth it just for the Saget and Gottfried versions of it.
One thing did bug the hell out of me, though–the jerky camera-work. I remember it being particularly bothersome in the beginning of the film, and especially with the interview scenes with Richard Lewis. They’d keep chaning angles every two or three second for no discernible reason. It drove me nuts!
I haven’t yet seen the DVD but I saw the movie in a theater – are you saying we’re not getting the same movie, that they’ve edited it and moved stuff around inside?
I’m not sure, but I think that might suck.
Finally saw this recently and laughed my ass off. Although, even funnier than the joke itself, I really liked the variations, like…
The well dressed family sitting down for a lovely dessert, and the name of the act being “The Cocksucking Motherfuckers”.
Also, the extras were pretty cool, I liked the additional jokes some of the comics told.
Penn talks about this on the commentary track. He shot some of the footage himself. Eventually they stopped letting him handle the camera, but I think the whole thing was shot by amateurs.
No, I didn’t mean to imply that they have changed anything from the theatrical version. I only meant that I appreciated Gottfried’s performance more because it was towards the end of the documentary.
I don’t follow. How is it funny at all if you’re not attaching meaning to the words?
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I’m with ya, Equipose.
(That it’s borderline child abuse to take a 13 year old to see this movie. And that its sad that some people don’t think so.)
And also, I thought the movie was great.
-FrL-
Oh, it’s not so much the raw footage as it is the editing. I mean, ok, I like frenetic editing when its something like Run, Lola, Run, but in a documentary like this? Even if you’re an amateur, you can put the damn thing on a tripod. (Not that that was necessary. Hand-held it was fine if they just stuck to one angle for, oh, I dunno, at least ten seconds.)
I don’t know if I’d exactly go out of my way to take a 13-year-old to a movie like this, but I don’t find it particularly objectionable. Hell, at that age (actually earlier) I was watching adults-only Richard Pryor and Eddie Murphy standup with my friends (unbeknownst to my folks, of course) and I don’t feel any worse for the wear.
Hmm, the words can have meaning for me without attaching a visual image to them. Or maybe I do visualize it briefly but just don’t dwell on it, moving on to the next thing that’s being said. It’s hard to explain. Do you generate a detailed image of everything they are describing?
What made me squirm the most was when they got specific about kids, giving their ages and relationships. For some reason, hearing: “…and then I screwed the kid” was not as bad as hearing: “…and then I screwed my nine year old daughter”. I guess those specifics do force more of an image.
I have to say, I saw the movie a while back and I was surprised at how tame most of the jokes were. Maybe I just have an incredibly perverted mind but even within the span of the movie, I came up with half a dozen ideas that were much more foul than any of the comics put up.
Spoilers for the very, very brave:
I mean seriously… upon actually writing this joke, it really is for the very, very, very brave. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!
A man walks into a talent scouts office and says his family has a great act. The talent scout says he doesn’t do family acts but the man begs and finally the scout decides to give him an audition.
The act starts with the man wheeling his visibly pregnant wife on stage in a wheelchair. The wife used to be a chronic smoker and had to have a stoma put in her neck due to throat cancer. The man starts fucking his wife in the stoma hard while she is calmly puffing on a cigarette. It turns out the wife isn’t pregnant after all, Just before the show, they stuck a feeding tube down her throat, sort of like how they do with foie gras ducks and fed a huge load of oatmeal into her stomach, bloating it so it looked like she was pregnant. Just as the guy is about to come, all of a sudden a midget runs out onto the stage and headbutts the wife in the stomach really hard and then just starts whaling on her with his fists and shins. The wife throws up and the man cums at exactly the same time and with every in thrust, a little fountain of oatmeal and cum comes squishing out of the stoma, squirting out into the air in a high arc.
The talent scout was so entranced by this entire display he didn’t notice the mans identical twin, 8 year old daughters quietly setting up in the corner. One of the daughters is now expertly catching the squibs of oatmeal/cum slurry in her mouth and then spitting the mixture into the other twins pussy.
Next, they wheel out Aunt Betty. Aunt Betty is over 1000lb and she needs a specialised custom support harness to bring her out on stage. It turns out that the wife actually was pregnant after all but all the midget kicking was causing her to spontaneously abort. She sits astride of Aunt Betty who has her mouth open and little chunks of 4 month old baby slowly drips from the wifes pussy into Aunt Betty’s mouth. You can hear just the little crunching sounds as Aunt Betty slowly chews up the bones from the aborted fetus.
Finally, they wheel out Marcus their retarded 13 year old son. Marcus has downs syndrome, huntingtons, parkinsons, the entire fucking list. He’s drooling and gibbering on stage. The twin sisters from before, one of them extrudes some of the oatmeal/cum mixture from her pussy and forms it into a round. The other one, she’s been on a special low fibre, low fat diet and, shes straining really hard and finally manages to produce a few tight pellets of shit from her asshole. Mixed in with the shit are streaks of blood as the straining ruptured several of the blood vessels in her asshold. They mould the shit and oatmeal until it looks sort of vaguely but not really like a chocolate chip cookie. Doesn’t matter to marcus though, he’s fucking retarded and he knows he loves chocolate chip cookies. You can see the desperate longing in his eyes as he wants to taste that chocolate chip cookie. The twins cram the cookie into the deep folds of fat flesh in Aunt Betty and Marcus instantly jumps from his chair and starts diving into the crevasses of Aunt Bettys massively obese body, trying to find that choclate chip cookie. Out comes Mtubu, the result of a violent rape between the wife and an escaped insane convice from a nearby asylum. Mtubu looks like a white person in every regard except that he has a massive 13" black cock. He was also born fucked up in the head and is a compulsive asshole reamer. If he ever sees a naked asshole, then he just has to ream it. As soon as Mtumbu comes on stage, the twins pull down Marcus’ waterproof retardpants and Marcus’ little starfish of an asshole comes into view. Mtumbu walks over and starts slamming his massive black cock into Marcus’ asshole, with every thrust pushing Marcus slightly deeping into the engulfing fat folds of Aunt Betty. Little drips of drool and fat sweat are leaking out the sides of the fold with a vague squelching sound on every thrust. On a particularly big thrust, everyone hears a crunching sound as Marcus’ face comes into contact with Aunt Betty’s pelvis. The drool/sweat mixture starts tinging pink and then red from the voluminous amounts of blood gushing out of Marcus’ face, mixing with the trails of aborted fetus blood that has also been dripping down Aunt Betty’s body.
And for the big finale, Mtumbu pulls out of Marcus and squirts thick ropy strands of cum over Aunt Betty, the twin squeezes her pussy tight and sends a thick rope of oatmeal/cum that intersects with Mtumbu’s cum and the wife shakes her pussy one last time to get the last drops of the fetus onto Aunt Betty as well. They set up a small trampoline and then, one by one, the man, his wife, both twins, Mtumbu and the midget (although not Marcus because by this stage he’s firmly wedged and is only feebly kicking once every few seconds) take a running jump on the trampoline and onto Aunt Betty like she’s a beanbag. They all slide down her well greased sides and become covered in the oatmeal and sweat and blood and shit and fetus and cum mixture.
The man then takes a deep bow and asks the talent scout “What do you think”. The talent scout is stunned at this amazing display and the he blurts out the first thing that comes into his head which is “Thats a hell of an act! what do you call yourselves?” “Well”, the man says, “We like to call ourselves”
“The Aristocrats!”
Oh damn! I spelt “chocolate” wrong!
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Dude.
Do you at least feel badly for the Mods? I do.
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They may have been very dirty, but I don’t think they were as bad as letting a 13 year old girl know that some people are amused by the idea of blowing a hole in someone’s head and sticking a *&^% in it. That is just plain upsetting.
I watched the DVD just now, and laughed my head off.
Most of the highlights previously mentioned were my favorites too: the Drew Carey arm gesture, Kevin Pollack doing Christopher Walken, and Sarah Silverman.
But I’d also like to put in a plug for the magician doing the joke as an extended card trick - that was clever. And George Carlin’s insights into how and why he enjoys shocking/suprising people with humor.
I used to be in show business, and while never famous (or even very good, really…), I did get to watch some of the best in the business work. So I think I really “got” what they were doing with this film.
This is why the Drew Carey arm gesture thing was so funny to me - good comedians are craftsmen, and they work on and seriously consider small variations like that obsessively. It’s a trait that becomes funny ABOUT them as they go about the work of making others laugh. I can remember many similar “work” discussions, so this film was kind of a homecoming for me. I recommend it.