Borat: Working hard for your funny

Apparently it’s “interesting article” day on Ramshackle Charm. Here’s an interesting Vanity Fair interview with Dan Mazer, Sacha Baron Cohen’s long-time writing partner.

A particular eye-opener is the amount of work that goes in to creating a character like Borat:

How deep is the background for these characters? How many pages are we talking about?

We probably have a file of scripts and jokes that extends to about three thousand pages. We write so much material for each three-minute segment. And Sacha is brilliant at keeping it all sort of filed together in his head. He’s able to access any joke instantly and brilliantly. There are jokes from years ago that Sacha will be able to call on.

How important are the other elements for these characters? For instance, how much thought goes into picking out the costumes?

A huge amount. The outfits have to appear authentic for the characters. But at the same time they have to appear humorous and interesting. We test hundreds of outfits. We’ll say, “No, that hat is too much.” Or, “No, that ring is a little too eccentric.”

Of course, with Borat it’s a little different, because he’s worn the same outfit for six years and not washed it. So the decision to wear that suit is difficult only because of the smell.

The suit has never been washed?

Never been washed. Sacha goes to extremes with each character. If he’s playing Borat, he won’t shower the night or two before an interview. It’s an amazing devotion to detail. Even Borat’s underwear is authentic for the character. It has a Russian label on it, so that if Borat strips and somebody catches him, his underwear won’t say “Wal-Mart.”

The level of authenticity is incredible. Even the shit in the baggy was real in the Borat movie. With considerable debate, we realized it had to be real. We didn’t want to take a chance and have them call Borat’s bluff. We didn’t want them to say, “Hold on, this is fake shit.” Then, all of a sudden, our cover would be blown. So one of us had to muster up some shit for the bag.

So. Do you have what it takes? Would you shit in a bag for comedy? Hmm? Well, would you?

BBC Comedy: Playing It Safe?

An interesting article on Broadcast asks whether the BBC are risk-averse when it comes to comedy commissioning.

One recurring issue is the sense of a paint-by-numbers approach to comedy commissioning. Jeremy Salsby, head of development at So Television and executive producer of the Bafta-nominated CBBC sketch show Sorry, I’ve Got No Head, says: “Comedy has to be instinctive but recently it feels like it has become too prescriptive. Too much effort goes into trying to work out the science of it and into safe casting and safe writing and producing – so actually what you end up with is more of the same.”

His views are echoed by a frustrated up-and-coming writer who says BBC commissioners often demand a show set in a specific location – say, a workplace – and insist the lead characters are a certain age or gender. Half a dozen writers begin work on the idea but only one is chosen.

Lucy Lumsden, BBC controller of comedy commissioning, doesn’t recognise the charge. “We never put down [prescribe] a subject matter – the whole point is that we welcome a range of ideas… 20% of the strategy is, ‘Here are the bits of the schedule that we need to fill’ and 80% is, ‘What have you got?’

Read the full article on Broadcast.

Art

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(thanks to the credit crunch, this picture is only worth 903 words. Here are the other 97 I owe you…)

I don’t know much about art, but I know what I like. Sausages. I bloody love sausages. I hate art. It’s just pictures and that, innit?

Call me old fashioned, but to me art should be crudely rendered representations of buffalo and large-breasted fertility goddesses drawn on cave walls in crushed-beetle dye and mammoth poo.

Although I do actually admire the work of the Italian renaissance artists, Da Vinci, Michaelangelo, Botticcelli, Pontormo, Bronzino, Campanelle, Fusille, Penne, Rigatoni, Macaroni… um…

…actually I think some of those might be pasta shapes.

Man. Who’s hungry? I fancy a sausage.

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Is There Anybody Out There?

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A new project by Peter Serafinowicz and Robert Popper, creators of the peerless comedy Look Around You,  has materialised online for totally free:

The Other Side

It’s the flagship programme from Radio Spiritworld, the top broadcaster in the afterlife. It’s really funny.

I always assumed that my afterlife listening would consist mostly of Chris Moyles, but that’s because I’ve been a very naughty boy indeed.

The Works

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So there’s this new live sketch show in London on July 10th.

Performed in the heart of Soho The Works is a gang sketch show in the style of Saturday Night Live, and an unmissable night out!

“A new generation of sketch” The Independent

I think they’re using one of my sketches, Why I Hate Mechanics. They had me rewrite it, and split it into two parts. I hope they don’t drop it, cos I’d really like to see how someone else performs it (me and Mr George did it live in Edinburgh).  Might even be worth a trip to the smoke.

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(Me and George doing it in Edinburgh.)

It’d be cool to see all the other sketches too.  But, y’know, mostly mine, obviously.

The original call for sketches came via their Facebook Group, so if you want to get involved with the next show that would be an excellent place to start.

I’m Playing Glastonbury

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Sigh. I wish.

Still, two of my films, Moon Shot UK and Come Back are playing at the Village Screen (sited at the meeting point at the festival, one of the busiest places on the site) between 10:00 and 03:00 every day from 22-26th June. Glastonbury Festival is a complete sell out, and will be attended by 350,000 people, many of them wearing big, colourful hats.

Me and my ukelele are not invited.

King of the Road

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Hey, so how’s it going? Long time no, you know, whatever.

I’ve just flung a bunch of little sketchy things up onto Funny or Die. They feature one of my favourite characters, Barry Gifford. Created by Mr Morris and Mr Diamond, Gifford is an ignorant, misanthropic, driving instructor, and tons of fun to play. The first Gifford film, King of the Road, was an eight minute mockumentary, but we had so much fun driving round with Barry that we revisited him a few times, at first continuing the mockumentary stylings, and then later with a more scripted, controlled approach.

This one might be my favourite:

Barry at the car wash.

Don’t know why, really. It doesn’t have a punchline; it rambles on a bit and then just kind of stops, but there’s something in the interaction between the three characters that I really enjoy. I can’t remember how much of this was scripted and how much was improvised, but it all feels naturalistic and real. 
I think basically I like Barry cos he’s a colossal arsehole, and I enjoy being a colossal arsehole from time to time.

“Saint” Nicholas Ordeal Over.

 

 

Father Christmas, the wealthy Lap toy manufacturer and philanthropist, has finally been released after a thirty-eight year kidnap ordeal.

 

Mr. Christmas had been seized in 1970 by some very, very naughty boys and girls.

 

News of his release has revealed a massive worldwide conspiracy to conceal the fate of the man known as “Santa Claus”. Parents had been instructed to maintain the appearance that Mr. Christmas was still visiting homes every Christmas Eve, by buying toys that he had previously given away for free.

 

Precise details of his capture and eventual release remain a closely-guarded secret, but a police spokesman announced they were looking for a Mr. Mattel and a Mr. Hasbro to help them with their enquiries.

 

A frail-looking Father Christmas could only raise a red-mittened thumbs up, and mutter something about his kidnappers being “on my list, and not my nice list.” before being placed on a plane bound for RAF Lineham for debriefing.

 

Father Christmas is expected to return to work this December.

 

Clowns Funny Again – Official

john-wayne-gacy1Clowns are funny again – that’s the finding of a wide-ranging inquiry carried out by the Pop Culture Standardisation Commission, the results of which were leaked through a small plastic flower yesterday.

The report was welcomed as a breakthrough by the international clowning community. “For too long now our gaily-painted jackanapes have been shorthand for creepiness, scariness, sadness and perversion”, stated Scoopy, chairman of the Clowning or Capering Organisation. “Finally, audiences can once again titter, guffaw and laugh til they wee at the sight of our members throwing water at one another, tripping over their amusingly-sized shoes or standing silently in a dimly-lit corner of your bedroom at three in the morning.”

In related news, the Commission’s report recommended that stand-up comedians take the place of clowns as the universally-recognised avatar for all that is horrific in the world. “Imagine meeting Stewart Lee in a dark alley, and he just, like, smiles at you – brr!,” said Scoopy, “Or following Jimmy Carr into a storm drain where he cavorts with the bloated corpses of the damned.

“Or Jim Davidson. Just Jim Davidson. Imagine that.”