The Critical 'I'

Read. React. Repeat.

Monday, December 01, 2003

And thank God for that. I'm watching the Richard Pryor tribute special on Comedy Central, and digging the reminiscences. Although I have to say--and this isn't dismissing his great body of work--I think the praise is getting a bit overindulgent. Maybe it's just the negative mood I'm in.

Anyway, Richard Pryor will always occupy a special place in my heart, because he was one of the featured stars in the very first R-rated movie I ever saw in a theater: Stir Crazy. I was all of nine years old, and pulled what I thought, and probably was, a pretty ballsy move in marching right up to the ticket counter and asking for a ticket in. The movie was disappointing only in that there was very little of the rampant nudity I expected out of a rated-R production. But it pretty much compensated for that with an insane amount of cursing. To this day, I consider excessive cursing in a movie or TV show as a strong foundation to quality comedy (accounting for overall skill, of course).