Newspaper reports said that the campy queen of "car karoake" merely got groans when he revved up on easy target Harvey Weinstein. Weinstein, it should be noted, actually hired the lumpen British fop Corden for the film "One Chance." You might remember the shrill, histrionic hissy-fit film Corden made about Joe Meek, which I think was released as "No Chance."
That's screen captures, that's not me slanting a story or taking quotes out of context. Corden STUNK.
Cowardly Corden came out from his dressing room closet ready to get roars of approval for bitch-slapping the pubic-coated face of gruesome Harvey. He was going to pander to a gay audience and rip apart a casting coach fiend (as if there aren't more, as if there aren't plenty in the gay world too, as if powerful people of any sex or persuasion are never abusive). He got scorn.
So ends the stereotypical cliche that a gay audience loves "dish" and has a fondness for bitchy kicks-to-the-balls of any hetero who is down and out. Nope, the first real in comedy is the joke should be funny. It also helps if it's being delivered by an actual comedian, and not a pork-faced self-righteous hack.
Corden, who loves his show tunes, adores his karaoke, and his in garishly bad drag more often than Carol Channing, misjudged the crowd at AMFAR. After all, all through his bad performance, he kept denying that he sucked.
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