When culture gets overinflated, yet refuses to pop, I want to be there with the needle. Enlightened cynics of the world unite! Express your love or hatred of things from the sacred to the mundane.
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I know you may not have the time to sit back and watch all of these clips, but even if they spark a memory of this comic genius all over again, and send you to relive some hilarious memories, consider the time spent worth it.
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I don't know why, but every month or so I think of Mitch Hedberg. I can't say that Hedberg was the greatest comedian of all-time, or that his style was particularly unique, but his compact humour always sort of struck me as beyond common one-liners. Even though the material was about all things mundane, it didn't seem forced. Sure, sometimes the delivery was stilted, but I always got the feeling Mitch just saw the world differently. I guess Steven Wright is the only other stand up artist who I really believe sees the world close to how he tells it. While someone like George Carlin was a brilliant observational comic, I always got the feeling he arrived at his observations through a much more purposeful intelligence. Hedberg was different - probably high - but certainly different.
My perception may be completely wrong, but four and half years after Mitch Hedberg's death, for no other reason than I've been laughing my ass off to YouTube clips for the past half hour, here are 20 of my favourite Mitch Hedberg observations. You're not forgotten Mitch - unlike the Dufresnes.
If you haven't seen the character of Gavin from the Kids in the Hall, do yourself a favor and check out this classic sketch at the Butcher Shop. As with most slightly bizarre humor, you'll probably either love or hate it, but that's what the blog's all about. If you like it, there are a ton more over on YouTube.
Cow's eyes, dog's heads, old phonebooks are ingedients in what? Gavin'll tell you.
Okay... was running short on consciousness, but wanted to get a post in before the night was through. Perhaps one of the most classic sketches from SCTV. If you're too young to know - learn. If you're old enough to remember - laugh!
Eugene Levy as Alex Trebel, John Candy with the Flock of Seagulls Coif, Andrea Martin as the dim-witted Blanche, Joe Flaherty with the Karl Malden nose, and Martin Short as the determined Lawrence.
It was only a few weeks ago, during a Superbowl ad that a friend turned to me and said, "Wow, that's awesome they're doing another Pink Panther film, huh?" I turned ready to bludgeon him with the remote control that was creaking audibly in my infuriated grip until I realized he was just saying this to get exactly this reaction out of me. I had forgotten that he was one of the many people I'd ranted to a couple of years back when the first tragic re-installment of this series came to the Sliver Screen... oh, I meant to say sliver, because the rehashing and retreading of this film classic is much like an annoying piece of debris that painfully gets under your skin and will infect you unless you go to extreme pains to remove it.
I will admit to being a lifelong fan of Steve Martin. From his first forays into recorded stand up on LPs that I laughed at with abandon when I far too young to even grasp some of the message involved, to perhaps one of the best comedies ever made in The Jerk. He was always just the right amount of crazy, the right amount of surreal. He had an artistic sensibility shone through no matter how silly he was on stage. He'd pick up a banjo and blow your socks off with a kick ass version of "Ramblin'". He'd satirize drug use in the most bizarre ways with bits like "Let's Get Small". And while there were some of his films that escaped my likability radar, I always respected the man, kind of in the same way I've always respected Neil Young even though I didn't like every album. Hell, I even read a copy of Picasso at the Lapin Agile.
And then I heard him say "hamburger" in a ridiculous French accent 52,389 times in commercials leading up to the release of the first Pink Panther rehash. After the 100th time, I wanted to kill myself. After the 1000th time, I wanted to kill him. After the 10,000th time, I wanted to kill everyone who worked for the studio. After the 50,000th time, I rolled up in the foetal position in a basement corner and saw visions of a smiling Peter Sellers swathed in a bright light, smiling beatific and asking me if I'd like any Birdy Num Nums.
For those who only know Peter Sellers as a name from the past, please go out and rent The Party, Dr. Strangelove, Being There, Lolita, or The Pink Panther (original). Peter Sellers was an eccentric genius. He was one of the those actors that, no matter what part he was playing, was always the center of your attention while on screen. He had screen a quality that, as much as I respect his talent, Steve Martin doesn't.
And so, for the past three years I have held Steve Martin in a bit of contempt, and winced every time King Tut shuffled on my iPod. I thought, if he hadn't agreed to do this film, they would never have proceeded with the travesty. (Don't even get me started on Jean Reno's involvement.) I wanted to burn my copy of The Cruel Shoes as a revolt against a man that turned something classic into something caustic. That was until I started to see previews for Pink Panther 2, and I forgave Steve Martin.
It's not that the second film will be good, because I'm sure, as bad as the first one was, this will tap the depths of suckiness to the Nth degree. My absolution comes from the fact that I can only hate so many people, and so I have turned my attentions to every ticket buyer of the first Pink Panther film. Because while Steve Martin could at least fall back on his old adage that "comedy is not pretty" while pocketing a big paycheque, my faith in the filmgoing public was shattered more than seeing Beverly Hills Chihuahua make $10 million in profit on its opening weekend. I forgive you Steve Martin, but I will not forget.
Mr. Sellers, I hope you are enjoying your Birdy Num Nums. I hope you can forgive us our trangressions. I wish to apologize for filmgoing public of planet Earth. You sir, were a master of your craft and if global warming is your way of getting back at us, I will accept your punishment, until I drown in the Arctic wash.
Warmest regards.
After being reminded of Bill Hicks last week when they showed his 15 year old censored spot on Letterman. I've been thinking of other comedians we lost too early. If you don't know Mitch Hedberg, watch! If you do, remember the laughter as I do.
