Alright, so this is a bit off topic for this blog but I had to talk about something that amazed and astounded me.
Last night, after the Obammercial, I was flipping through the channels and I came across a sitcom called "Under One Roof" starring, not joking, Flavor Flav and a cast of people designed to make Mr. Flav not look like the craziest person on the set.
This show was so strange & surreal that at any minute I expected the real credits to roll and for it to be some extended sketch of another comedy show. For God's sake, it actually featured a wacky-Asian-stereotype cook who uttered the phrase "me so horny". The strange gesticulations, the bizarre dialog, the constant mugging & posturing for the camera all made it impossible for the brain to accept that it was watching something non-ironically meant for entertainment. Yet sure enough the credits rolled after a half-hour.
Then it hit me.
I had just witnessed the first Dadaist Sitcom. This wasn't just not funny, it was true anti-art. It wasn't that the show failed at entertaining. It succeeded at destroying the very concepts of entertainment & humor, leaving only a void. A void that challenged my fundamental assumptions about the place of entertainment in society. It made me question not why this show existed but why no other could be so profound and challenging.