Published on September 30th, 2008 | by Sharilyn Johnson5
Sacha Baron Cohen has made news again, for taking his Bruno character to Milan’s fashion week and storming the stage at the Agatha Ruiz de la Prada fashion show. The footage will undoubtedly make it into his next film.
Being the comedy diva that I am, my friends and colleagues were shocked that I didn’t run out to see his last film, Borat, when it was first released. I made excuses, but the truth was simply that I can’t handle victim comedy.
Scare Tactics, Just for Laughs Gags, Jamie Kennedy, Punk’d… they all make me a little ill. We as the viewers are being told that natural human emotions/reactions are something to be mocked. The victims have done nothing wrong, nothing stupid, nothing evil. Yet we circle them, point a finger, and utter a collective Nelson Muntz “ha-ha” in their direction.
I finally did watch Borat out of professional necessity, in preparation to interview one of Cohen’s co-stars, Ken Davitian. What I didn’t ask Ken – and should have – was whether any of what they did weighed on his conscience.
Yes, those frat boys deserved it. So did the rodeo guys. But did the folks at the bed & breakfast deserve the stress they had to experience? Did the owner of the antique store, whose hard work and passion went into filling that store, deserve to have his merchandise smashed to bits infront of his eyes?
“But they paid him for the stuff!” my friends would protest, rolling their eyes at me. Perhaps. But he still had to experience the negativity of that moment.
Such is the same for the stunt Cohen hatched in Milan. Despite what you think about the merits of the fashion industry, all I could think about was the effort the designers had put into the work, only to have the pieces forever overshadowed. I think about the assistants running their low-salaried butts off months in advance, making sure everything about this event would be perfect, only to fail for reasons beyond their control.
Maybe it’s my gender, for once playing a role in my comedic tastes. Guys think nothing of destroying property, costing someone money, or doing something generally douchey for the sake of hilarious camaraderie. Women… if we wrote “slut” in black Sharpie across the face of a passed-out female, it would be because we actually think she’s a terrible person who deserves to die. (But really, just talking about her behind her back is much more efficient.)
Maybe it’s my general philosophies about comedy that get in the way of enjoying these things. Comedy to me is all about positive energy and joy. So causing someone pain in the process seems counterproductive.
I can watch America’s Funniest Videos, no problem. But that’s simply real-life. That’s unprompted, unscripted, natural things that happen. I’ve had a few moments in my life that would have easily won me $10k, and I have no qualms about repeating those heee-larious stories (ask me about the time I got stuck in the mud on the way home from groceries, and had to use the rubber bands from my broccoli to reattach my sandal to my foot).
And ImprovEverywhere, which I blogged about in my last entry, makes a habit of documenting the public’s reactions to their “missions”. But those folks are typically aware that they’re watching a stunt, and they’re not being harassed or offended or harmed in any way. No individual is being targeted.
This weekend I’ll be attending the New Yorker Festival, including a Q&A session with Stephen Colbert. I had watched the Daily Show for years while he was a correspondent, but always chose to brush my teeth or wash dishes while the field pieces were airing, as a way to avoid the discomfort of watching people being mocked for being slightly unbalanced.
This changed when I saw some of the Daily Show correspondents and producers discuss their work at the Just For Laughs Festival in 2005. Colbert said he prefers to look like the idiot himself instead of making the other person seem stupid. I watched the segments differently. My mind was swayed.
But can anyone sway me further on the merits of victim comedy?