Pauly Shore's Natural Born Komics, Sketch Comedy Movie DVD Review
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Pauly Shore's Natural Born Komics, Sketch Comedy Movie Synopsis:
Pauly Shore and his gang of comics and celebrities take Miami for all its worth, with a variety of sketches.
Pauly Shore's Natural Born Komics, Sketch Comedy Movie DVD Review:
There is an internet sensation now about books that can possibly make you dumber. None of these texts nearly comes close to Pauly Shore’s Natural born Komics, a movie that is not even a movie, but an insipid, idiotic excuse to exploit celebrity through a variety, of unfunny, insulting, and superfluous sketches.
Suffice it to say that this is a publicity stunt on film, from varying different points of view, in varying different “comic” acts. I will use quotes quite often in this review. Some words do not deserve to be associated with Pauly Shore. To describe the “film’s” premise further is to waste one’s time. But, here it is. It tries to poke fun at varying comedy sketches on MTV and reality shows as well. But satire has to evolve beyond its targets, or it has no wit, and in many ways, Shore’s “parodies” are a step below on the evolutionary ladder.
Consider “Cock Blockers” - rarely have I seen something that makes me this uncomfortable, not because of my embarrassment for the women, but because it completely eliminates any purpose for it being funny. A reality show where Pauly’s friend, a seemingly gifted comic who would do well to stay away from Shore. There is a “satire” of the show Cheaters, involving a large black woman and a white midget. Draw your own conclusions.
Amidst some of the other sketches, there are just shots of Pauly hanging around Miami, doing his thing. There is a moment where he gropes and dry humps a black woman, and her friends and boyfriends take photos, because, well, he’s Pauly Shore.
Another victim is Ruben Studdard is a guest star in one of his reality “parodies.” The fact that he is reduced to this, further cements in my brain that American Idol stars with some exceptions, do not have careers after they are put up for display.
I had outlined many of the sketches to describe, but you get the idea. Even these offenses are mere misdemeanors. There is one that is capital, and it has to do with the conception of the entire idea. So the entire “film’s” title is a parody of Oliver stones brilliant film Natural Born Killers, and according to Shore the entire damn sketch was removed. So essentially, we are forced to watch Shore metaphorically neuter an already mediocre and horribly conceived idea. Metaphorically, he then attempts to after it has been neutered, satisfy the nonexistent sexual organ (in this case, his whole concept as shown by the title) by rapidly caressing it with his many many ostentatiously, garishly bad ideas, and still hopes for it to come to a spouting orgasm. Yet, he seems to know how bad his material is; therefore this entire act is self conscious.
If someone were to neuter a dog, and force it to attempt to breed afterward, one wonders how society could tolerate that person.
Shore does this in a sense with his comic idea, sand after it has tried, at Shore’s mercy to produce a pleasurable, lasting effect, it of course cannot, and thusly we are forced to engage with an impotent, shriveled, deformed that one shudders to look at, for forty five minutes. We cannot help but feel sorry for the comic ideas that have very few, but some redeeming qualities that are removed, chemically it seems, when the ideas are executed. We feel sorry for them, but we don’t want to interact with them either.
I also for sorry for the beautiful women in this “film” that agreed to flash their breasts or were caught off guard too late not to take their tops off, as many of them did not even make the finished film, but seem to be of course, simply there for Shore’s fellow comics and friends to make the shoot more bearable (and on a shoot like this, who can blame them) but are of course simply made to be set pieces, who are not even afforded the opportunity to be central set pieces. At least Girls Gone Wild is exploitation that affords their subjects some sort of spotlight. Arianna Coltelacci must endure acting with Shore in a parody skit that has to be one of the most offensively idiotic things I have ever seen, and granted she went along wit this project with full knowledge of the director his past films how bad they were, and what she would have to do to be in the film. But of course, she plays a caricature of herself, and our interest is chiefly in her lovely shape, because nothing that comes from the skit is anywhere near funny. I guess their entire attitude toward this skit and most other skits in this whole “film” was “well, these skits are terrible, and this even at forty five minute will torture even the most gullible audience, but we’ll at least give them something to look at.” And this thought of course makes me not only loathe Pauly Shore, but begin to loathe some of his friends that appear in this “film” with him, who at times seem to be decent actors, fairly funny comics, and have decent track records. Matters of taste are not to be decided by critics, but there comes a time when you wonder what makes seemingly talented people lower themselves to drivel that does not even function as drivel.
The saving grace of this is his stand up, which normally I would consider absolutely terrible by its form. There are decent comics that show up in the special features, and even Shore himself is almost funny. But calling this a saving grace is like calling a pillow a saving grace if you were to put it over the head of a baby seal about to be clobbered by a hunter’s club.
Having viewed this, I’m not sure what it is, the only sane thing left to do is listen to death metal, and scream at a wall. I’m actually not the biggest fan of the genre, but even the most unintelligible, frothing, breakneck paced artists who comprise the most extreme parts of this genre, (yes, even grindcore) are a welcome break from Pauly Shore, and having thought of him again, I need to scream.
The bonus features include such gems as the “Diaherra of Pauly Shore,” which has convinced me that the only thing wore than a bad comedy sketch compilation is a documentary of a bad comedy sketch taking the form of an MTV show that has been long dead.
One more thing, in the bonus features, Pauly lends us his attitude toward directing. It is “a vision for how you see things.” Ponder that, wouldn’t it be profound if not from the mouth of Pauly Shore?
Pauly Shore's Natural Born Komics, Sketch Comedy Movie DVD review written by: Brian Reis