This whole thing, all day every day. Thank you thank you thank you.
“The idea of people being, ‘Oh, political correctness is ruining the world.’ No, it’s people not understanding what political correctness is. And I think political correctness is basically having a fundamental knowledge of what you’re talking about, and fundamental human empathy.”
For our first bit of comedy to appreciate: a slice of the legendary “Kids in the Hall” TV show, which ran from 1989–1995. This sketch is from season 3, 1991–92 (see also kithfan.org).
But first, to cite myself, from our manifesto: “The Kids [in the Hall] are a great inspiration to me because, though they are considered comedians, they are not always funny in the ‘ha-ha’ sense of the word. Not only do they fly in the face of conventional sketch standards, their style allows the discomfort many comedic forms do, but without all the catharsis of the punchline laugh.”
Reasons this sketch is great:
Dave Foley: Always hot as a woman, particularly smokin’ here.
Bruce McCulloch: The classic sleazeball.
The twist at the end: Both because it’s a twist and because of the content of the twist (which I desperately want to list as a reason, as #1, but I won’t spoil it for you).
Cajun music: It warms my soul.
Gratuitous violence: Utilizing the ever-controversial rule of 1,000.
Questioning the (sanctimonious) sanctity of marriage as a necessarily heterosexual, lifelong commitment with absurdity, through the tiresome repetition of the ritual of the marriage itself, juxtaposed with the surrounding scenes.
Perhaps my favorite “Kids In The Hall” moment… “I found no love in burning the bottom of my feet with Cigarellos. Just a certain amount of artistic satisfaction. I found no love in the hollowed-out belly of a dead elk. Just warmth, and quiet. But then the questions: ‘Hey, why are you in the hollowed-out belly of a dead elk? Are you in there because of love?’ And always, ‘You know if you’re homeless, man, you cannot sleep there.’ There is no love in writing about love, only a deadline.”
“I know a lot of men are made uncomfortable by this monthly miracle. But not me. No, I embrace it. Embrace it the way the way some men embrace the weekend! Why I anticipate it the way a child anticipates Christmas!… That’s why the woman I shall love will be able to menstruate as fully and freely as she desires. Even if her monthly flow should build in intensity to a raging rust colored torrent! An unbridled river of life giving blood flowing from between her legs! An awesome cataract plunging off the edge of our couch. I wouldn’t be fazed! No, no, even if coureur de bois would come up stream, battling the rapids, and singing a ‘jaunty song’! I would take no offense, rather I would ford across that mighty womanly river, and fetch herbal tea and Pamprin. And then I would mop her brow and admire her fecundity.”