I am Antoine’s rabid logic

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Chronicle: A Dave Chappelle Moment

You’ve probably heard of the infamous “burning out” of Dave Chappelle after his success on Comedy Central. When interviewed by Oprah he gave a bit of context to why he so abruptly walked away form the million dollar contracts.

One particular sketch still disturbs Dave today. The skit was about a pixie (played by Dave) who appeared in black face, which Dave describes as the “visual personification of the n-word.”

“There was a good-spirited intention behind it,” Dave says. “So then when I’m on the set, and we’re finally taping the sketch, somebody on the set [who] was white laughed in such a way—I know the difference of people laughing with me and people laughing at me—and it was the first time I had ever gotten a laugh that I was uncomfortable with. Not just uncomfortable, but like, should I fire this person?”

Cite: Oprah.com

This past weekend, I went to see the movie “Chronicle” with my wife. At the beginning, already annoyed by the heavily teen audience with their texting, giggling and talking as the movie started. The movie is about 3 guys who stumble upon some mysterious object, and obtain special powers. It’s very honest in that they don’t try and be super hero’s. They’re just teens, messing around and having fun, until someone ultimately goes to the dark side.

Well, before that happens a scene plays out that I’ve seen in the trailer for months. The black kid in the trio moves a woman’s car with telekenis across a parking lot. When the woman returns to find her car missing he says “It really was the black guy this time.” When I saw it on the trailer, I laughed. When I saw it in the movie, I laughed. But these kids… 99 percent of which are suburban white kids, in a town with less than 4% poverty and a median household income of over $175K… COULD. NOT. STOP. LAUGHING.

As my wife and I chuckled, the humor faded when we realized the intensity with which the audience found it funny. I thought to myself, “ok… yeah, your laughing too fucking hard.” That’s a Dave Chappelle moment, when you realize as a minority people are laughing AT you, and not WITH you.

In our never ending reach for a post racial society, minorities wether it be racial, gender or otherwise based tend to poke fun at the elephant in the room. It’s natural. The goal, to laugh at the stereotype. Mark it as stupid and not worth serious thought. But occasionally that attempt to poke fun backfires, and one has to reevaluate.

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Boondock Saints II

Disclaimer: Potentially inappropriate analogy follows.

Imagine, 10 years ago you were on vacation. You and your buddies stumbled into a random bar on the side of a desolate street. In typical fashion, you drink one or two too many. The rest of the night is a blur. What you do recall is having the best time of your life with a beautiful, seductive and energizing woman. The type of night that you’d spend the next 10 years wondering: Where is she? What was her name? Wishing, if only you could see her again.

As luck would have it, one day out of nowhere she appears at a bus stop in your hometown. You approach her, and the memory is mutual. In a hurry to rekindle what you have dubbed as the best barely remembered night of your life, the two of you check into the nearest motel. It’s as seedy and unmemorable as your first rendezvous, except this time … all you get is a hand job. The End.

That pretty much sums of Boondock Saints II “All Saints Day”. Whether or not you leave satisfied is based on your perception. You see, there are two types of guys that can experience this story.

Romantics and Addicts

The addicts, like myself, will leave the movie satisfied because the hand job — as dry and rough as it was — was still better than nothing, and I can spend the next umteen years waiting for my next fix with the mystery woman. My complaints aside, I’m just glad to be in her company.

Others, however, are romantics. They will want the things they disliked about the mystery woman removed, and everything they liked improved upon. One problem — it’s been 10 years. Her skin has aged, gravity has taken effect, and well … she’s not as flexible as you remember. So, no matter what, you’ll be disappointed.

Personally, I’m eagerly anticipating  the 3rd movie. After all, I believe all movies (good or bad) deserve to die as trilogies. That way, they’re sure to go down as either an epic success or another theatric failure.

References

  1. Boondock Saints
  2. Overnight (Documentary about Directory Troy Duffy’s rise and fall)
  3. Boondock Saints II