| People will also laugh at remarks that 
        are not at all funny or original if the remarks reinforce their existing 
        beliefs and denigrate someone they feel superior to. Mort Sahl has 
        eloquently recounted how his comic genius suddenly disappeared when 
        Kennedy was elected. Post-1960, Sahl continued to do what he had always 
        done, which was to use his arrogant intelligence to skewer the foibles 
        and inconsistencies of people in 
        power. When Ike was in power, the liberals canonized Sahl as the new 
        Mark Twain. When Kennedy was in power, the liberals found that Sahl had 
        lost his sense of humor. You could make the same point about Rush 
        Limbaugh. Many people have told me that they find Limbaugh 
        side-splittingly funny, although I've listened to hours and hours of his 
        radio show and rarely heard anything resembling wit. Once in a while he 
        comes up with a comic gem, but mostly he just speaks negatively about 
        people in clichéd ways, using familiar clichéd terms, and the people who 
        agree with him laugh (I guess). Filmmaker Todd 
        Solondz does the Mort Sahl or Rush Limbaugh kind of humor in the sense 
        that your laughter will be determined by the extent to which you agree 
        with his viewpoint. Solondz' "sense of humor" consists of denigrating 
        people he feels superior to. I wouldn't characterize what he does as 
        humor. So far as I can tell, Solondz has no sense of humor at all. He 
        simply has an innate sense of his own superiority. When he is portraying 
        other people negatively, which is pretty much all he does, this creates 
        situations in which certain stereotypical characters are humiliated, and 
        you may laugh if you share Solondz' contempt for those kinds of people, 
        but he can't quite reach down and find the intrinsic truth in his 
        characters and his situations. He paints them as broad, superficial 
        cartoons, never acknowledging their complexity. The first story (there are two 
        completely unrelated films in the Storytelling package) is not really 
        funny except in a bitterly ironic way (see Tuna's description below), 
        but it does have some moments of great emotional intensity. | 
    
        |  | The second story in Storytelling centers 
          on a filmmaker very similar to Todd Solondz, who humiliates people by 
          making a documentary about them. His co-worker tells him that he is 
          contemptuous of his subjects, but he insists that he "loves them". 
          Solondz flatters himself by having the screening of the characters' 
          documentary result in raucous laughter. It is a sign of his complete 
          lack of touch with reality that the people in that audience were 
          guffawing away as if they were watching There's Something About Mary. 
          Not likely. For one thing, it would be difficult to get much more than 
          30 people assembled in one place watching a Todd Solondz film, unless 
          he starts to make them balanced and "real", instead of statements of 
          his own superiority to middle class America. This film was shown in 
          less than one theater per state, and was screened commercially about 
          4000 times altogether (200 theater weeks, at an estimated 20 shows per 
          week per screen). It was seen by about 120,000 people, I suppose, so 
          the 30 person rule holds up fairly well. And I don't suppose there were gales of laughter 
          drowning out the dialogue.  | 
    
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                | 
                Tuna's Thoughts |  
                | Storytelling (2001) is the 
                third picture from Todd Solondz. It is actually two 
                stories. The first concerns a creative writing college class. 
                Selma Blair is dating a fellow student with cerebral palsy. When 
                he submits a heart-felt story about his handicap, the professor, 
                Robert Wisdom, is brutal in his criticism. The two split up. 
                Blair goes on the sleep with the professor, who ends up having 
                more than a few kinks, and to get even, she writes a story about 
                their encounter. When she reads it in class, the entire class 
                attacks it as terrible fiction and nothing like real life, even 
                though it was entirely true.
 Episode two centers around a rich Jewish suburban family and a 
                wanna-be documentary film maker who is featuring one of their 
                three sons, a High School senior, in his project. Although the 
                second story covers several controversial elements, such as 
                racism, pressure to get into the perfect college, homosexuality, 
                etc, I never found a clear message, or purpose to the story. 
                Ebert saw it as a defense by Solondz of his in-your-face style 
                of film making, and loved it at 3 1/2 stars. Berardinelli was 
                much cooler at 2 stars, and felt that it was too apologetic. 
                Both felt that the documentary film maker character was himself. 
                I wish I could tell you what I thought it was about, but I am 
                not at all sure.
 While I enjoyed Solondz' first 
                two efforts, Happiness, and Welcome to the Doll House, I just 
                didn't see what he was getting at with this one, and the pace 
                was languid. This is 
                my sort of film, and I didn't much like this one. The proper 
                grade is C. |  | 
    
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                | The
                Critics Vote 
                    General UK consensus: 
                    two and a half stars. Daily Mail 
                9/10,  Daily Telegraph 4/10, The Guardian 6/10, Evening 
                Standard 7/10, The Mirror 4/10, BBC 3/5 | The People
                Vote ...  
                    with their dollars: a bomb - almost 
                    unreleaseable because of the content of the first story, it 
                    made less than a million in the domestic box. At 40 screens 
                    in the entire United States, it could not escape arthouse 
                    status   |  
                | IMDb
                guideline: 7.5 usually indicates a level of
                excellence, about like three and a half stars
                from the critics. 6.0 usually indicates lukewarm
                watchability, about like two and a half stars
                from the critics. The fives are generally not
                worthwhile unless they are really your kind of
                material, about like two stars from the critics.
                Films under five are generally awful even if you
                like that kind of film, equivalent to about one
                and a half stars from the critics or less,
                depending on just how far below five the rating
                is. My own
                guideline: A means the movie is so good it
                will appeal to you even if you hate the genre. B means the movie is not
                good enough to win you over if you hate the
                genre, but is good enough to do so if you have an
                open mind about this type of film. C means it will only
                appeal to genre addicts, and has no crossover
                appeal. D means you'll hate it even if you
                like the genre. E means that you'll hate it even if
                you love the genre. F means that the film is not only
                unappealing across-the-board, but technically
                inept as well. Based on this description, this 
                film is a C. Intelligent, but soulless, and with a sense of 
                contemptuousness rather than true humor. (Tuna: 
                also C) |  |