I have no special enthusiasm for The Three Stooges. I wasn’t allowed to watch them when I was little and never developed the pre-cerebral attachment that others have to the lads. Regardless, as sometimes happens when I catch an episode or two from the thirties, I was, in the last hour, mightily impressed with the maniacal comic spirit and beautiful timing of the trio at their best.
Continuing through the channel roster, I clicked on some half-hour stand-up show on one of the HBOs. A boring regular guy was walking around the stage with a ponderous attitude and a microphone, saying things.
I want to weep.