Which leads into a topic that's connected to this rant about my continuingly abusive relationship with Hollywood: comedy. By no means is it an easy art, and by no means is it a safe art. Careers have thrived and died by its tenets, and in the end you either sink or swim. Now, there are very basic rules to comedy: Keep it short, keep it simple, setup and timing are your Gods, and leave them wanting more. These are rules that are simple and easy in learning, but difficult as anything to execute. You've gotta have talent in order to make it work, and talent is something Saturday Night Live, the once mighty juggernaut of late night sketch comedy, is running short of.
Now tell me something, would Mister Robinson's Neighborhood made a good movie? Probably not. Would The Wild and Crazy Guys made a good movie? Not if you like your precious "memories", those silly things. Would Coneheads...wait, I actually kinda liked that one. (Again, silence from the doubters, please.) The point is, it's a rather hit and miss approach, that of adaptation of a work from one media to another. But what's even riskier is when you write a movie solely for the "talents" of one person, or one comedy team.
Don't laugh...he can't see us if we don't laugh.
I'm Mr. Controversy, and I'll see you all on Monday, if I survive the Sex and the City crowds that'll flood New Jersey along with all the Benny's. Pray for daylight...