Kath and I just came back from seeing “The Aristrocrats,” a documentary about a legendary dirty joke that’s been around for ages and–until now–has been purely a comedian-to-comedian thing.
The premise is simple. A guy walks into a talent agency and says to the talent agent, “My family has the most amazing act you’ve ever seen.” From that moment on, it’s pure improv as the comedian proceeds to describe the most hideously profane act he can think of, replete with fornication, bodily secretions and excretion, incest…whatever. At the end, the stunned agent says, “That’s quite an act. What do you call it?” And the guy says proudly, “The Aristocrats!”
No one makes any attempt to say that the joke, in and of itself, is funny. It’s not. But it’s the telling of it, the total insanity of the contrast between the grossness of the act and the sophistication of the name, that’s the killer.
High points include a specially done “South Park” version with Cartman telling it to an increasingly horrified Stan, Kyle and Kenny; a magician who seamlessly melds the joke with a card trick presentation; Gilbert Gottfried absolutely killing with a version told during the Comedy Central roast of Hugh Hefner…and, my personal favorite, Tommy Smothers telling the joke to Ðìçk Smothers, who has never heard it and hasn’t a clue why anyone would remotely consider it funny. It occurs to me that–with no comment on the gentlemen’s mental capacities, but rather simply on their “stage” personas–that if Joe Quesada told the Aristrocrats to Paul Levitz, they would be exactly like Tom and Ðìçk Smothers.
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