The Aristocrats: a movie impression
"Let me break the flow briefly here to describe a movie I saw more recently, that had nothing to do with Telluride."
"I don't have much time. I'm here to read about the Telluride movies. But get on with it and be quick."
"Well, calling it is a 'movie' is misleading. There is no story, no interesting camera work, no impressive visuals, no lessons to be learnt about life or the universe or anything at all, in fact. Instead, various well-known American comedians (and a few British ones) take turns at saying some of the most grotesque, nauseating, obscene and horrifying things that they can think of humans doing to themselves. Members of a family come on stage and display wild sex, father-on-daughter, son-on-mother, mother-on-daughter, threesies, whatnot. The family dog sometimes joins in the fun as well. And not satisfied with sticking to sex, they involve all sorts of bodily fluids, excretions and sometimes appropriately-shaped external devices as well. Before it was halfway done, several members of the audience left the theater and some others who were not wise enough to do so spilled the contents of their stomachs in response to the nonstop barrage of grotesquery. In fact I thanked heaven that I had chosen a seat in the very last row and so, was in no danger of being barfed upon from behind. As it is, on the way out I had to be really careful so as not to trip over any leftovers and slide all the way down the stairs..."
"But..."
"None of this grossfest is actually on display on screen, though. Instead we have comedians making this up impromptu as part of the telling of an elaborate joke whose sickness is exceeded only by its pointlessness."
"Wow, what is this movie called?"
"The Aristocrats."
"I don't have much time. I'm here to read about the Telluride movies. But get on with it and be quick."
"Well, calling it is a 'movie' is misleading. There is no story, no interesting camera work, no impressive visuals, no lessons to be learnt about life or the universe or anything at all, in fact. Instead, various well-known American comedians (and a few British ones) take turns at saying some of the most grotesque, nauseating, obscene and horrifying things that they can think of humans doing to themselves. Members of a family come on stage and display wild sex, father-on-daughter, son-on-mother, mother-on-daughter, threesies, whatnot. The family dog sometimes joins in the fun as well. And not satisfied with sticking to sex, they involve all sorts of bodily fluids, excretions and sometimes appropriately-shaped external devices as well. Before it was halfway done, several members of the audience left the theater and some others who were not wise enough to do so spilled the contents of their stomachs in response to the nonstop barrage of grotesquery. In fact I thanked heaven that I had chosen a seat in the very last row and so, was in no danger of being barfed upon from behind. As it is, on the way out I had to be really careful so as not to trip over any leftovers and slide all the way down the stairs..."
"But..."
"None of this grossfest is actually on display on screen, though. Instead we have comedians making this up impromptu as part of the telling of an elaborate joke whose sickness is exceeded only by its pointlessness."
"Wow, what is this movie called?"
"The Aristocrats."
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