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The Aristocrats
directed by Paul Provenza & Penn Jillette
Movies about comedy can be
surprisingly unfunny. Last year’s Comedian, a documentary
following Jerry Seinfeld’s rebirth in stand-up paralleled with the
ascent of an overweening fledgling named Orny Adams, takes a very serious
look at the difficult job of performing and succeeding in the business
of making people laugh. There hasn’t been a more unappealing display
of comics since the Tom Hanks film Punchline, which sadly reminds
audiences how awkward most comedy clubs can be.
Therefore to say that
The Aristocrats is about comedy in all its forms and applications
may not be much endorsement even to those of us who grew up glued to every
stand-up special offered by HBO or A&E in that era between Ed Sullivan
and Comedy Central. Instead I’ll assure you that Paul Provenza and
Penn Jillette’s documentary IS comedy. Pure, unadulterated comedy.
There may not be another film, another non-concert film anyway, that will
generate so much laughter while still conforming to a topic of interest.
The topic is a joke that has
been around since vaudeville about an inappropriately crude family act
ironically named The Aristocrats. Told simply the joke is flat, but elaborating
on the family’s routine became a backstage tradition among established
comedians in need of an indecency outlet during times of obscenity laws.
As speech taboos were mellowed, the variations on the routine called for
further mining into the unthinkable. Now the output of offensive materials
may include scatology, bestiality, incest, hardcore political incorrectness
and shocking exploitations of timely disasters, all in the performers’
constant effort to outdo what was previously acceptable.
Over
a hundred comedians, writers and other entertainers appear in the documentary
to relate stories, explore the history and provide outlandish interpretations
of the joke, though none of them in an attempt to better one another.
Their lack of competitiveness at times seems a tribute to Bob Saget, who
is credited as the reigning champ of boundless vulgarity and proves himself
worthy of such on camera. More importantly, though, the featured artists
exhibit an inclusive esteem, maintaining a respectful bond within the
laugh trade that unites nearly every funnyman from Robin Williams to Carrot
Top. There are a few jabs at outsiders like Gallagher, infamous for his
watermelon-smashing schtick, and Jerry Seinfeld, who in Comedian
comes across as more aristocrat than joker anyway.
The scope of the joke’s arrangements and translations is compared
in the film to jazz because of its free-form improvisation. But any art
form shares in the privilege of informality. What it does observe and
glorify even greater is the limitless breadth of execution. The Aristocrats
is a sampling of styles that distinguishes the sweetness of Rita Rudner
from the faux innocence of Sarah Silverman and the absurd wit of Fred
Willard from the random discursiveness of Gilbert Gottfried. Two of the
most hilarious highlights involve a card-trick magician and a street mime
brilliantly adapting the bit to their respective genres, their deliveries
triumphs in comedic flexibility.
Until now the greatest celebration of comedy had been HBO’s
annual "Comic Relief" fundraisers, which often required skipping
about depending on one’s taste in comics (difficult since the specials
are only available on VHS). The Aristocrats has enough variety
for everyone with an open mind and is paced efficiently so that any lull
in laughter is very short (in other words, Richard Jeni’s screen-time
is brief). In fact, any light overflow of chuckles should carry through
any weak spots.
Note: There’s a good chance that one or
two viewers will become bored at some point, because even though nobody
necessarily lacks the ability to output or input comedy –as the
movie shows us the many emissions of humor it also acknowledges the many
senses of it –an unfortunate few is without a proper appreciation
of it.
Film Cynic recommended: 
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