Art is subjective. A genius can paint the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. And some bozo can drop a crucifix in a mason jar of his own urine. It’s all art, baby!
Though I took two semesters of IART (Intro to Art) in college – where I had an enlivened argument with the professor over whether or not Michael Jordan is an artist (he is) – and I learned all about art as being “relative,” I think we need to maintain some basic standards:
- Ascetic value
- Creativity
- Originality
- Skill
The area of art that gets no love from the esoteric elites, the one true art form that meets all of the above criteria: ventriloquism. Yeah, the artsy-fartsy girl that lived in your freshman dorm and always went to class with that oversized briefcase thing might not like it, but she can take her sunset sketches and shove ’em.
From the king himself, Jeff Dunham, to your weird uncle who always wanted to talk to you through a sock, we should all show a little more appreciation for society’s artists/bad boys.
Not only do these rebels tell hilarious jokes, they do so often through the medium of racist stereotypes and outdated clichés – all without moving their mouths! Really, they talk WITHOUT MOVING THEIR LIPS. What Average Joe can do that?
Puppet comedy is huge right now, and will most likely maintain a strong growth for years to come, but ventriloquism must never fall into obscurity. Which is why each of us needs to email Judd Apatow directly (he still makes everything, right?) and request that every comedy film between the years 2015-3015 must include at least one scene that heavily involves ventriloquism. We’ll let the robot-pirates worry about it after that.
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Don’t forget about The Beaver!