I’m a big fan of Eric Kallman’s work. I interviewed him once and he claimed he had no idea where his ideas came from or if they can be explained or taught. I haven’t met a great comedic thinker yet who can explain where these thoughts come from. But I wouldn’t have a blog if I agree with him. So there, Eric.
It’s a little odd the industrious Chick-Fil-A cows are gone. But I have to admit, they always confused me. Never sure what they wanted me to do. But that’s just me. Probably. It is cruel irony it takes an ad agency to finally kill the cows, not consumer appetites.
But I’m not here to talk about cows – although I sure spend a lot of time talking about them. (Every time I drive through a pasture of cows, I always moo at them. And they all look up. This is satisfying for me.)
OK, enough about cows. I’m always preaching about arrogance in comedy. If the hero isn’t 100% sure of his beliefs, albeit misguided, the comedy deflates.
Whether it’s Susan B. Anthony or Beethoven or Edison or Bell, Eric's historical characters are absolutely certain of their rightness. They were right about voting, music and light bulbs, and now they’re right about chicken for breakfast. If you call them crazy, they fight back. (Look at the Republican candidate for president – the more he’s challenged, the more obstinate he gets.) This is human nature. Misguided, yes. But funny.
For many of us, who live more reasonable lives, this kind of behavior seems impossible. How can people act this way? Comedy doesn’t care. There just can’t be comedy without someone living in absolute certainty. Sometimes this is flat-out narcissism (political article in the works) or dumbfounded struggling.
We’re all living in a dream of our own making, people. Deal with it.