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::Getting your 7 chuckles in::




Last night my friend spent about 36 min trying
to close his sunroof before it started to rain. The amount of sheer sweat and determination this took was astounding.
I literally had to get out of the car and wait, for fear that some foreign object might dislodge from the roof and hit me in the head. It was so tragic it was hilarious.
As we finally got the 20 year old sunroof shut, we drove off. Only to find a man, who weighed about 350lbs, fall off of his bike. His Wawa shopping bag (no doubt holding the contents of a juicy meatball sub, and diet coke of course) spilled all over the place.
The sight of this man, on the side of the road. I tried so hard not to laugh. But how can you not.

Life is full of these little tragedies. These little things that help you get by.

Like the man this morning who ordered scrambled eggs and pancakes. With a lisp. This huge construction worker, ordering breakfast, with such a small tiny little voice. It was pure comedy.


Not pure comedy: Bruno. Which seemed completely forced from beginning to end. Like a 13 year old wearing a halter top and red lipstick trying to buy Amstel Light, it was just trying way too hard to be something it wasn’t. It must be hard to live up to the great success of Borat. And I do understand the pressure Mr. Cohen was under.
I also understand that it’s hilarious to “push boundaries” and be “controversial”. I laughed throughout the movie here and there. But the overall problem was the main character Bruno. Unilke Borat, the character wasn’t sympathetic. He wasn’t some misunderstood foreigner trying to make it through life.
He was a completely disgusting, self-involved prick trying to become world famous. You just never felt…anything for him. No “rooting for the hero” here.

The best parts of the movie were the parts that really exposed some fundamental flaws in the world. The ignorance of homophobics…and the idea that they can be “cured” into loving women. The absurdity of the “PR” behind all these “celeb charities.” (The scene with the two PR girls was priceless)

I think this movie COULD have been much more. And I’m sure it got edited several times over, and probably was extremely funny before we got the “watered down” version. But less dildos, and more pure comedy were necessary.
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