The Aristocrats

We watched The Aristocrats last night, and as predicted I found it hilarious. After the onslaught of this foul joke over and over, the parts that I really thought were funny were the asides. By the time halfway through that Fred Willard came on in his jacket with a cravat and his pipe, talking psuedo-intellectual mumbo jumbo, I was in stitches.

There were a few versions that really disturbed me, but they weren’t the sexual or scatological ones, it was the violence. When Steven Wright did a telling where the act only involved beating a series of people, I found that troubling. That this is his telling says a lot about Wright and that it bothered me says a lot about me.