By Chantel Delulio
Lifestyle Editor
After a long, arduous wait the movie event of the year, nay, the decade is finally upon us, bringing with it a surplus of joy, magic, and bustiers.
“Burlesque” finally opens next week in what is sure to be a flurry of hammy overacting and sequined gaudiness the likes of which has not been seen since “Showgirls.” If everything about the trailer is any indication, the movie is sure to sate the thirsts of those of us who live for the SyFy channel and bad movie nights.
When something is funny for the wrong reasons we can’t help but take a very specific sort of delight in it. So, in honor of “Burlesque” and unintentional humor everywhere here are 2010’s highlights…so far.
“Sex and the City 2”
The thing about “Sex and the City 2” is that it’s supposed to be funny. And it is. But not in the way that it thinks it is. The franchise had always more or less been a shining beacon of why the global community hates America, but the second sequel really reached a new low–or high, depending on how you look at it.
It’s like they got half way through writing the thing, asked themselves, “Should we leave these characters even a scrap of dignity?” before laughing and laughing and laughing that they would stop and ask themselves such a ridiculous question to begin with. Then they proceeded to write the line, “Lawrence of my labia!”
Isn’t even “Sex and the City” better than this? Aren’t we all better than this?
Fortunately, the filmmakers think not. The result is a grotesque display of self-parody hobbling soullessly along in a pair of last season’s Manolos.
Vuvuzelas
It’s not entirely accurate to say that Americans don’t like soccer or, if you want to be all “correct” with your terminology, football. Every four years we dutifully pretend to be invested by watching choice games of the World Cup, promptly losing interest after the first round when the U.S. team is invariably knocked out of contention.
But this summer’s games in South Africa not only brought football to the forefront of American consciousness, but a certain flute-like instrument capable of producing a noise so high-pitched and irritating NASA caliber scientists couldn’t have engineered something more annoying.
As far as schadenfreude goes there’s no better, more obnoxious source than a stadium full of people with vuvuzelas.
Christine O’Donnell
You know you might be just a wee bit on the radical side when Tea Partiers look at you and go, “I don’t know, this person seems a little too wacky for my tastes.”
Jersey Shore
Sometimes we go too far in the name of unintentional comedy. And you know such a day has dawned when the Situation can make 5 million dollars for being overly affectionate toward bronzer.
Truly there is no television network more callously shrewd in its capitalistic endeavors than MTV. Long since having abandoned their music television formatting, the executives looked at the landscape of what was popular. And what was popular were the bottom of the barrel-est trash parades. The “Rocks of Loves” and the “Real Housewives” of various cities dominated.
But what MTV realized was that people don’t watch these shows because they find that they reveal some inherent truth of existence but because it’s fun to laugh at things that are trashy.
We can only assume that they then struck some sort of Faustian deal with the Devil to have a show bestowed upon them that would top any and all VH1 dating shows. And thus “Jersey Shore” came into being. A show intended to be so bad that it makes one long for simpler times – for the subtle nuances of “Flava of Love.” But in a way we did this to ourselves. We love it when something’s a train wreck and the “Jersey Shore” ran us over.