Went to a show of Cirque De Soleil this Saturday. While the acrobatics were really top drawer, barring a few mistakes and slip ups (which were understandable considering that they have to perform so many tricks almost everyday and twice a day during weekends), the clowns left me unimpressed. For some reason manufactured comedy does not work for me. Am not a big fan of Russell Peters or any stand up comedian for that matter.
As for people who are excessively funny, trying to make a joke about everything, I generally stay wary of them. There’s usually something about the humour that rings alarm bells. Have generally found then a tad too sensitive and likely to get pricked easily.
And clowns. For some reason they’ve always scared me. A face with only one emotion on it and that too a smile no matter what happens, is scary. It screams cold-bloodedness! And yes, a clown always reminds me of this quote from Watchmen:
“Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says “Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. Says “But, doctor…I am Pagliacci.” Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains. Fade to black.”