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Situation Comedy Review by BuckcuB
Trey Parker and Matt Stone, the two savagely iconoclastic humorists who created the Comedy Central Network's wildly-popular cult series South Park, have so far relied on a brand of humor possessing all the finesse of a broad-axe -- with wild success. South Park 's crude animation, its band of foul-mouthed preadolescents, and its hysterically-vicious gleeful slaughter of one sacred cow of American culture after another has engendered a gigantic following of dedicated fans, and an ubiquitous cottage industry of T-shirts, neckties, and dolls depicting Kenny, Cartman, The Chef, and the rest of the South Parkgang.
Comedy, by definition, needs to be FUNNY. The premiere of That's My Bush! was anything but. Aside from a few tame jabs at Dubya's reliance on the TelePrompTer to avoid verbal gaffes, this purportedly cutting-edge satire looked more like the unholy offspring of a Mack Sennett silent comedy and an episode of "The Honeymooners."
A few funny lines did help to alleviate the overall disappointment -- Laura cheerfully referring to George Dubya as "a clueless bastard" and "You may be a bad president, but you're an okay husband;" Bush castigating himself by muttering "I am such a pussy!", and a maid who, when ordered by Bush to stop interfering and do the laundry, responds with "I'll do like your father did -- separate the whites from the coloreds." But two minutes of amusement in a half-hour sitcom from the likes of Parker and Stone was an enormous let-down. A variety of surreal elements appeared to have been included simply to fill gaps in the tissue-thin plot -- the leader of the pro-life movement was portrayed by a bizarre animatronic mutant midget fetus, supposedly the survivor of an unsuccessful abortion. Dinner entertainment for George and Laura was provided by an execrable mariachi band playing the themes from Sanford and Son and Jeopardy. In all fairness, That's My Bush! may suffer in part from interference by Comedy Central executives. As widely reported earlier this year in entertainment-industry news, horrified network execs quickly nixed the writing duo's plans for a continuing plot element which would have depicted the Bush's two daughters in various titillating circumstances in every episode -- showering together; engaging in a pillow-fight wearing skimpy nighties, and the like. After viewing the premiere of the new show, BuckcuB can't help but wonder how much more of That's My Bush! was toned-down by network officials to avoid offending the present occupant of the White House.
That's My Bush! is a bust, unless this pair of genius comic writers take off the kid gloves; discard the silent-film-era slapstick; and go after their subject with the same ruthless and startling comedic savagery which made their South Park such an enormous success. |