No wonder I can”t fathom why anyone would care to “holiday” amongst such grim, press-ganged gaiety. Not even at Margate, whose century-old Dreamland (oh dear…) fairground unswathes its $45 million face-lift any day now.
The new park offers up what sounds like a Tim Burton-esque cocktail of knowing, nudging nostalgia and glossy postmodernism. Which, come to think of it, are pretty much the same thing. All the better to appeal to today’s “seen-it-all (on my teeny phone screen)” punters.
But the owners are attempting a balancing act worthy of any sideshow: Said spoiled, sedentary, helmet-headed punters also demand”nay, require, as does The Law”thrills of a decidedly risk-free variety.
Some of Dreamland’s original rides have been “lovingly restored” by David Littleboys & Co. He told The Guardian:
People might think these old rides will be very tame. But they go like stink. And they rely on the riders having a degree of commonsense, which modern rides don”t require.
Ah, but of course.
Generations of know-it-alls have convinced themselves and their charges that The Past”especially the supposedly demonic “50s“was an uptight, monochrome, brainwashed, fear-filled dystopia.
Yet they remain willfully, ironically, almost comically blind to the mass conformity and “safety first” small-mindedness they”re smugly soaking in right this minute.
“Almost comically” because the comical, as you”ve no doubt heard, is widely disapproved of.
The latest volley in the Comedy Wars of the Early 21st Century (duly chronicled lo these many years here at Takimag by yours truly and others, and in which my fellow Canadian, stand-up Guy Earle, stood in for the Archduke Ferdinand) was fired by Jerry Seinfeld.
I don’t play colleges, but I hear a lot of people tell me, “Don’t go near colleges. They’re so PC….” [Students] just want to use these words: “That’s racist;” “That’s sexist;” “That’s prejudice.” They don”t even know what the f—- they”re talking about.
Second, even Jerry Seinfeld doesn”t quite get it. He singles out Louis C.K. for praise as a younger comic who “doesn”t worry” about PC.
Except he does. And so does C.K.’s female counterpart, Amy Schumer. They”re the comedy Jesus and Mary to millennials because they”ve discovered that a dash or three of sriracha helps audiences of every political persuasion swallow what really amounts to the same old rotten, knee-jerk, “progressive” worldview.
If you simply lard your gags with enough swearing, scatology, and sex, you can make them seem edgier than they really are. As I”ve said here before, every “shocking” C.K. (or now, Schumer) bit is really just an eat-your-kale Afterschool Special, but with swears.
Strip away the cursing and the cringeworthy blather about bodily functions, and this “brilliant, daring, revolutionary” comedy is just “Louis learns that fat girls are human too” and “Eleven ugly men (and one hot guy”I love you, Nick DiPaolo) debate how ugly some woman is“get it??!! #patriarchy!”
(Yes, that’s the Judd Apatow formula, too. But at least Apatow the accidental moralist smuggles in surprisingly traditionalist messages: “Sex isn”t a toy.” “Keep the baby.” The 40 Year-Old Virgin was sublime and ridiculous, while Knocked Up may have aborted as many abortions as the invention of the ultrasound.)