Words. We writers live by ’em. And sometimes (if you offend the wrong Muslim lunatic) die by them. But they are the essential part of how we do what we do. Words mean things. But not all words mean the same things to all people. And living in the Age of Political Correctness, not all wordsmiths are created equal, at least as far as permission to use certain words goes. Allow me to give you some examples… Continue reading What’s in a Word?
I was surfing around my Dad’s satellite service last night, and stumbled on a rebroadcast of Blazing Saddles on AMC. Several years ago, I made a list of what I thought were the ten funniest movies ever made (in no particular order). As I recall, the list went something like this, give or take:
- Blazing Saddles (Brooks/Little/Wilder)
- Young Frankenstein (Brooks/Wilder/Feldman)
- Monty Python and the Holy Grail (Monty Python)
- Arsenic & Old Lace (Cary Grant)
- The Producers (Brooks/Mostel/Wilder)
- Animal House (Landis/Belushi)
- A Night at the Opera (Marx Brothers)
- Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead (Stoppard/Oldman/Roth)
- Airplane! (Abrams/Zucker/Abrams)
- Duck Soup (Marx Brothers)
When you watch a great movie, you’re watching a collaborative effort, but one that SOMEbody (usually the director) oversees and marks with his or her creative stamp. In comedies, more so that any other art form, timing is essential. Just one frame (a 24th of a second) can make a recognizable difference in the timing of a joke.
That brings me to the hatchet job AMC did on Blazing Saddles. Continue reading [BLEEP] This.
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