Saget!

The Aristocrats was very funny. I guess the word is out, because the theatre was packed on a Wednesday afternoon. It's pointless to try to recount some the material in the movie because so much is in the delivery and in the context.

Bob Saget is a very dirty man. He knows it, and everyone in the movie knows it; his version of the joke is inter-cut with other comedians telling stories about him.

Sarah Silverman is very funny woman. She doesn't even tell the joke; she just tells a story about the joke, and it's gold.

Carrot Top made an unwelcome appearance in the movie. The audience's groan was audible when he appeared, and the relief was palpable when his appearance proved to be a short one.

Make no mistake: my dislike of jokes about bodily functions and their associated fluids has not changed after my enjoyment of this movie. It has to do with two things I mentioned before: delivery and context. Perhaps it's the complete overload of said functions and fluids. Perhaps it's the fact that the material is there not because they couldn't think of other, non-bodily fluid material, but because the material is the very point. I don't know. I can't explain it.

Now having said all that, I shall go and have happy thoughts about flowers and sunshine and the couch in Joe Franklin's office.