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The Daily OrangeHumor me: Tasteless performance invokes sarcastic, bitter review
By Caitlin Attracta Brennan
Posted: 10/24/05, 1:01 AM EST Section: Pulp
The actors continued reeking upon my epicurean humor palate by indulging the audience with more "bathroom humor." Stop the fecal follies! I went to the bathroom several times today; I wasn't amused during any bathroom trip. The foul smells of the wretched dorm bathroom bothered me. Maybe if I ate some theatrical tomatoes, went on the stage and shit on the comedians, it would be funny.
At this point in the show, I had yet to crack a meager smile, and to continue my negative vibe, the troupe began treading on the ground of terminal illness. Four actors pretended to be having a New Year's party at Kinkos. The boss told his employees he wanted this New Year's to be extra special, because it would be his last. The employees' troubled faces became even more downtrodden when the boss told them he had terminal cancer. At this point I'm literally rolling on the floor laughing, to think, making a joke of cancer! At the end of the sketch, it turns out the boss overreacted to a mole. What a hysterical twist; I hope they jab at AIDS next. I bet they'll get more laughs than the number of starving people in Third World nations. To stop myself from biting my lips off in a dizzying state of humorous euphoria, I put my notepad in my mouth. Ha, cancer. Hahaha.
Alright, I don't get improv comedy. After the show, I spoke with three students involved in Syracuse's comedy troupe, Zamboni Revolution. These students uproariously enjoyed the show.
"They're great, because they start sketches so quickly and creatively. They're able to form patterns," said Daniel Gurewitch, a senior television, radio and film major who has studied with members of the UCB.
I do respect the difficulty of being funny on demand, but I'm not going to laugh about IBS or cancer. I only laugh at really sophisticated things, like farting and writing swear words in ketchup at the dining hall. That's some good humor.
At this point in the show, I had yet to crack a meager smile, and to continue my negative vibe, the troupe began treading on the ground of terminal illness. Four actors pretended to be having a New Year's party at Kinkos. The boss told his employees he wanted this New Year's to be extra special, because it would be his last. The employees' troubled faces became even more downtrodden when the boss told them he had terminal cancer. At this point I'm literally rolling on the floor laughing, to think, making a joke of cancer! At the end of the sketch, it turns out the boss overreacted to a mole. What a hysterical twist; I hope they jab at AIDS next. I bet they'll get more laughs than the number of starving people in Third World nations. To stop myself from biting my lips off in a dizzying state of humorous euphoria, I put my notepad in my mouth. Ha, cancer. Hahaha.
Alright, I don't get improv comedy. After the show, I spoke with three students involved in Syracuse's comedy troupe, Zamboni Revolution. These students uproariously enjoyed the show.
"They're great, because they start sketches so quickly and creatively. They're able to form patterns," said Daniel Gurewitch, a senior television, radio and film major who has studied with members of the UCB.
I do respect the difficulty of being funny on demand, but I'm not going to laugh about IBS or cancer. I only laugh at really sophisticated things, like farting and writing swear words in ketchup at the dining hall. That's some good humor.
