By Jared Chausow
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Meanwhile, I just belatedly caught up with Wedding Crashers and found it a somewhat overrated romp suffused with an obligatory dose of gay panic. The comedy has a gross, psychotic (if at least artistic) queer character who blindly dives on VINCE VAUGHN as Vaughn curls his little nose in revulsion. (It's true, JANE SEYMOUR's character does pretty much the same thing to OWEN WILSON, but he ends up sort of cottoning to the idea.) What's more, the film panders to its audience by working horrid remarks into the script and then discounting thema clever way to have your bitter cake and eat it too. "Homo!" shrieks the demented granny character about the aforementioned psychofag, and the audience howls with glee. "That's no way to talk," instructs a younger character, making it all OK.
FOOLED AROUND AND FELCHED IN LOVE
I like my lingering ickinessor fingering ickinessseasoned with some borscht belt humor, a combination that makes The Aristocrats so skeevily palatable. The low-budget documentary by director PAUL PROVENZA and executive producer PENN JILLETTE figuratively rolls around in all manner of bodily waste while
hilariously exploring the famous joke about a family that does a myriad of unspeakable sex acts onstage but calls itself the Hiltons, I mean "the Aristocrats."
At the premiere party at Caroline's Comedy Club, I descended to a third-grade levelor at least a Robert Goulet levelby asking the various notables which ritual is more aesthetically unappealing, felching (sucking your own cum out of your partner's orifice) or fisting (ramming your hand up them in randy defiance). Mind you, I think both acts are absolutely delightful and in fact quite ecologically sound, but I needed to hear second opinions, especially now that the movie threatens to make these kinky pastimes, you know, speakable.
"The thing about fisting is it seems like it really hurts!" observed comic JUDY GOLD, squirming. But felching has its detractors too, like club owner CAROLINE HIRSCH, who told me, "Just the act of sucking up shit is pretty disgusting." (Point taken.) "Felching is more fun," insisted Penn Jillette. So wait, he's actually done it? "Of course. I'm an aristocrat!" Jillette sparkled. And fisting hurts, right? "Not me!" he boomed. Because you're all lubed up? "Not me!" he repeated, strangely.
Anyway, Provenza said it all depends on who you're fisting or felching with. All righty, how about with MADONNA? "Then I think they'd both be perfectly wonderful," he chirped. Has he ever fisted? "Catch me at the right time," he replied. "I'll fist with anybody that asks me. I'm an aristocrat!" Join the club, baby. At that moment, PATRICK MCMULLAN urged me to mock-fist Provenza for a photo, and rather than scream, "Not me!" I proceeded to faux-insert my clenched hand up his butt, as Paul graciously bent over and puckered. Ah, la publicité!
Finally, I spoke to BOB SAGET, who's corrosively funny in the film, a far shriek from the Saran-wrapped Ken doll he's played on TV. "People won't want to see me pick up the kids on Full House reruns anymore, will they?" he smirked. After some banter about how Saget supposedly shits every 15 minutes and how Warhol would have loved him, we got down to business: Fisting versus felching, please? "If you're able to do both," he obliged, "if you can reach into a man's ass and take out the felch material, then you're like a monkey in a zoo that throws things at people. It's all wrong!" Yeah, but has he ever felched the OLSEN TWINS? He looked stricken. "I will not use curse words in the same paragraph with their names," Saget said, respectfully. Depressed, I went home and fucked my goldfish.
MY DAD THE VAGINA
The mood went from debauched to de-raunched at a screening of the bland Must Love DogsI don'tat least until I heard an attendee gleefully tell his date, "My father is the world's most effeminate gynecologist! He wears pink from head to toe!" Hey, maybe someone should shove a speculum inside himor at least reach into his ass and take out the felch material.