On Tuesday, news came to light that Get Out would compete as a comedy in the 2018 Golden Globes. As the directorial debut of comedian Jordan Peele, the horror film is largely devoid of comic moments. However, the recent news emphasizes the overlap in comedy and horror. How does the final punchline from Lil Rel—”I told you not to go in that house”—fit so well in a gory final showdown?
Earlier this month, the New York Times published the testimonies of five women accusing Louis C.K. of proposed or realized sexual misconduct. Louis C.K. then confirmed the allegations in a statement less than 24 hours later. However, the archives of his stand up comedy act as somewhat of an evidence reel. The uncanny resemblance between his jokes and his offenses raises the question: can you be whole and humorous? Or do all things funny come from a place of fear?
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When I was young, the 4th of July meant sunblock, bug spray, and fireworks. It marked the day of our annual pilgrimage from the center of town to the city limits, spending miles on a county road and watching the homes go from houses to estates.
That commute was a holiday tradition: something that could only be associated with the warmth of one’s favorite days of the year. The spectacle of the 4th, the generosity of Christmas, the sense of accomplishment that comes with completing another trip around the sun.
Point being, the 4th was something to look forward to. The food, the fireworks, the feat of diving into a body of water and getting used to how it felt. That was when you could be sure that it’d be a good night: after you’d lowered your defenses, shed your fear like a sundress, let yourself plummet and become as cold as your surroundings. The fun began as soon as you could declare that you couldn’t feel a thing.
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