Bugashenki "Mystery: How many stand-up comedians does it take to cheer up a community of venerable old-fashioned English nobles? Answer: One is enough if you give him a head start and release the hounds a little later.
Whatever they try to prove, the Great American Dream fits into the postulate voiced by Mr. Freeman (or rather Vadim Demchog, who voices Mr. Freemer): “Eat, shit, laugh.” The idea of self-realization, the success of long painstaking work, is just a “great American joke”, a joke of national proportions, designed to confuse those rebellious loners who are knocked out of the common herd. Well, or, at least, morally obsolete before the technological revolution, the dogma that has fulfilled its task and stuck in the teeth of pompous citizens with high patriotic temperature and social activity.
In fact, YOU (this is an acronym for the great and American), formed in the twentieth century - this is the notorious "eat, shit, laugh." The idea had previously occupied the minds of the electorate of the globe, but before the invention of its “holy grail” – television – the scale was not so catastrophic. With the introduction of a magical zombie box in every home (or even several, which was once considered an impermissible luxury), the “great American” nation has rushed to the rampant obesity. For she sat at home, watched rye sitcoms, ate everything that was in the fridge and, periodically, emptied herself in the bathroom with amenities.
Those Americans who claim to be aesthetic and sublime within the framework of a low dream go to join the “humor” in specific bars and restaurants, where, while they eat, trained solderers appear on the stage and entertain them, addressing visitors in a panibratical and frankly rude manner. This is actually a stand-up comedy. Those who are older, can remember domestic analogues - who became a household character Evgeny Vaganovich and Uncle Misha with the sacred "Well, oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo...". Specially preserved mastodons will also name Raikin Sr. (I don’t remember the history anymore). Those who are younger will call it the Camedi Club, and oddly enough, they will be right. Pavel Volya and Nezlobin are typical representatives of stand-up comedy, only Russian bottling.
Now that the educational program and the author’s position on the issue are announced, let’s go directly to the patient. George Carlin is a funny grey-bearded old man from Kevin Smith movies and other comedies. A typical stand-up artist performs on a stage decorated like a night roof (an analogue, if you believe the sitcoms, of our yard gatherings), and addresses the audience accordingly (first of all sends them on a hiking tour with a frankly erotic bias). The concert dates back to the year 99, which is significant - Carlin passes through the security systems at the airport and terrorism (in separate monologues), which after September 11 - Moveton, taboo and fraught with tomatoes.
Carlin partially confirms the assertion of his overseas colleague Uncle Misha (about the stupid), without hesitation to ask the viewer the rhetorical question “Are you stupid?”. The question reinforces life observations about all sorts of things, abundantly flavored not so much with humor as with unprintable vocabulary. However, it has long been known that American humor is based on insults and mate ("Camedi Club" this feature is especially well adopted). Carlin’s observations are not in many ways devoid of common sense, but not always, alas – sometimes he just slides into a banal rude ridicule of some category. Some things are beyond my control because of the cultural abyss, some on the contrary are applicable without any discounts right here and now, in our country.
In the end, the concert leaves a double impression. It seems that, succumbing to the mood, no, no, and catch yourself smiling, but then Carlin begins to promote purely American topics - and again you fall out of context. Then again something familiar, followed by Freud and phallic symbols, drawn for the sake of a red word. It is hardly worth watching for the sake of hochm, humor is low-grade, and the difference in mentalities requires a certain level of development at which such humor is no longer perceived. Watching for the sake of general development is also strange, you will not find anything shocking.
I would like to end this article with a joke. I'm sure you'd like a joke here, too. Even the joke might have wanted to be here. But not fate.
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