I watched the Three Stooges the other day with my grandkids. I bought the DVD especially for that purpose. I hated the Three Stooges when I was a kid. They'd sometimes play at the Saturday afternoon matinees I attended weekly with every other kid on the military base I grew up on. Our .25 cents weekly allowance paid the .15 cents admission with .10 cents left over for a treat. I never enjoyed them even then, but I always felt like I was missing out on something because the whole theatre roared with laughter at their antics. I sat there embarrassed by Curly's stupidity, and infuriated at Mo's bulliness and unrighteous dominion, and feeling like Larry ought to get a hair cut and get away from those two morons while he still had a chance.
Over the years I'd come across people who remembered them fondly (my brother in law LOVED them), and I would feel like perhaps I didn't give them a chance. Perhaps I didn't understand the humour, or what they represented. I thought I might one day try them again, like I did Dr. Seuss as an adult - which worked.
So I bought the Three Stooges and I saved it to watch with my grandchildren on some special occassion like a sleepover. They came. And we watched it, and yep, I was right. They are as stupid as ever - actually they're even 'stupider'. And I really hadn't missed anything when I was a little kid, when I decided that I was not a fan of slapstick humour. I discovered that's what you called it. I had always called it "Three Stooges Humour". Three Stooges humour always made me angry. I couldn't get past the "Do you have to be so utterly STUPID?" opinion, and the "How can ANYONE laugh at absolute stupidity?" feeling.
I've often been accused of being a little too serious. For instance, my kids had to tell me that "Napolean Dynamite" was funny. I couldn't tell. (it was so d.a.r.n. dumb) But when I tried it again - and tried to be more open minded, and IF I watched it with them, I could laugh at some parts. (mostly I think I just enjoy they're laughter). I learned to laugh at "Office" because my adult kids convinced me it was funny. It took me several episodes, and Michael still makes me want to slap him upside the head, but I think its pretty funny now. Thank goodness I have kids ..... Because of them, I've expanded my horizons and see many things in a new light. I even like Dora and Diego. I can even sit through the "Pink Panther" if I have someone beside me who appreciates it.
But the Three Stooges? Nope. They're still stupid. And I'm still not laughing.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Feb 13 seems like a good day to start a good thing
Blogging is just one more step on my 'never cease to amaze myself' list of things I am doing these days. You know, the whole 'leaving your comfort zone' thing.
It wasn't that long ago that I begged my 3 year old NOT to play on the computer unless a big person who 'wasn't Mommy' was home. And now look at me, ..... well, if you knew me better you'd be more impressed. My 3 year old can't look at me, 'cause he's on a mission in the Philippines right now, but when he gets home, HE will be impressed. He was the one who taught me how to use the remote control on the DVD player. No small feat! (and not one of my better moments). He knows about his mom's limitations. And hey, he still loves me. Of course my other kids did accuse him of being a "Momma's Boy" (that is until I brought him home a Momma's Boy tshirt with all those big buff Stripling Warriors on it - then they stopped calling him that because that was NOT what they meant).
So, another first. If I can do it, ANYbody can do it.
It wasn't that long ago that I begged my 3 year old NOT to play on the computer unless a big person who 'wasn't Mommy' was home. And now look at me, ..... well, if you knew me better you'd be more impressed. My 3 year old can't look at me, 'cause he's on a mission in the Philippines right now, but when he gets home, HE will be impressed. He was the one who taught me how to use the remote control on the DVD player. No small feat! (and not one of my better moments). He knows about his mom's limitations. And hey, he still loves me. Of course my other kids did accuse him of being a "Momma's Boy" (that is until I brought him home a Momma's Boy tshirt with all those big buff Stripling Warriors on it - then they stopped calling him that because that was NOT what they meant).
So, another first. If I can do it, ANYbody can do it.
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