The wise man says: “Dying is easy.
Comedy is hard.”
Today, friends, I am saddened to
announce the death of one of my favorite kinds of movie: The Spoof.
Perhaps, one day, it will rise and
live again like Peter Boyle’s monster, but, for now, allow me to eulogize this
lost form of filmmaking. I will speak not of what it has become, a meaningless
string of pop culture references, bodily fluid jokes and cameos by celebrities
who will do anything to get their names in print, but rather, for what it was:
a delicate balancing act of homage, roast and celebration, for the best spoofs
were only slightly removed from their serious precursors.
