BECAUSE THE COUCH IS LIKE A BED FOR LITTLE PEOPLE: Spacewoman and I accompanied two friends to the Arclight for The Aristocrats. I don't know if they have these theaters in every town, but they're great. Reserved seats, easy parking, plush chairs, state-of-the-art sound and picture, and all for just about $5 more than you'd pay at a regular theater with ass-flattening seats, fistfights for territory, and some adolescent dropout kicking the back of your head every time he crosses his legs.
Although one of our friends remarked that almost everybody in the audience tonight worked in television or film comedy, the wattage was surprisingly low. Paul McCrane, Nia Vardalos (Spacewoman's friend: "she's so C-list -- don't even look at her") There might have been more, but we had to duck out before Paul Provenza's Q&A -- two pregnant ladies with full bladders.
And then the movie. First, probably the less you know about it, the better. If you've read the Observer article about Gilbert Gottfried's act at the September 2001 roast of Hugh Hefner and you've seen the South Park version, you know two of the four best things about the movie (the others being Bob Saget and Sarah Silverman). Still, riotously funny, and best seen in a theater full of people who want to laugh. If you like incest and poo -- and who doesn't? -- this is the movie for you.
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