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This board makes me so sad.


How sad it is to me that things people have laughed at since ancient Greece, through Commedia dell'arte, Moliere, Goldoni, through the farces of Feydeaux, then into the 20th century right up until my generation (my guess those of us born before 1970) are no longer valued, or found funny.

Exceptions noted, but I would be willing to bet that most of the posts decrying the "dated" quality of this film, and it's humor, or complaining about how a certain scene is not funny or overly long, were all made by those of you under 40.

And it's not a question of being "dated." Comedy has changed so drastically (or rather, what is perceived to be comedy, and what passes for comedy) that so much of pre-1980's humor is unappreciated.

When I was a boy this film was 30 years old and stylistically, from a different world. Yet we all thought of it as comedy of the first rank. But we also appreciated the music and all pop culture that came before. I'm talking WAY before, like the songs of Stephen Foster, which was taught in schools and learned by everyone. It gave us a shared, common heritage. Plus, the songs are beautiful. No one, or precious few, are taught this any longer. We knew and appreciated such names a Jolson, Merman, Crosby, Cantor, etc, even though they flourished 30, 40, or 50 years before our time. We knew them. We knew and loved the films of Astaire and Rogers, that few of my students know. Most never heard of them.

Sad.

Sorry, didn't mean to write a manifesto.

Your thoughts?

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you are dated ^_^

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Thanks for proving his point. Please feel free to come back and reply after your brain matures into its final Adult form.

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Max, Max, Max. . . my heart bleeds for you. And for myself, for in truth, you are RIGHT, Max. I AM dated. I no longer fit into the world that you do: a world where the vulgar and banal are celebrated; where previously viewed anti-social behavior is to be emulated, and ignorance is no longer something to rise above.

Where anything passes for art.

Where being a victim is more important an more highly praised than being a hero.

Where men and women are becoming interchangeable (look at yourself, Max)

Where food is poisoned.

Where criminals no longer vie for power IN CHECK.

Where the U.S. has been sold up the river by big banks and corporate greed.

Where the Constitution is, in fact, just a piece of paper.

Where WAR is PEACE. And Americans are the enemy.

Where no one knows the songs of Stephen Foster.

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Nice posting. Absolutely accurate and spot on. Sorry about the civilization though, welcome to the cheap rent, ignorance is bliss future.

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Rockmail and aciolino, thank God there are still people like you two out there. I fear it's a losing battle though.ever notice how everything today is either "the most" or "the best..." etc...Nothing that happened even as recent as 20 years ago is worth remembering. Today it's instant gratification. Today's American culture just wants to dismiss the past. It's not as important as anything that's happening right now. I think it's how they have to hold today's generaation's attention. God forbid they point out a great old movie like DS.

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I totally agree. You would think that this film, of all the pre-1940 comedies, might hook a young audience today. It flows & surges faster than virtually any other pre-war film...sort of a B&W Airplane!.

I see this in many areas. Young people in recent years just have not been getting enough training/education in American culture to grasp and appreciate anything that isn't up-to-the-moment.

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Quite right. Sadly accurate. As a music teacher with over 30 years experience I have seen America's great traditional music disappear from the language of our nation.

Stephen Foster and all those wonderful songs from the 19th century which used to be required learning in all schools is now anathema. We have no cultural base, nothing to bind us together a one people.

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On a tangentially related note, I took my cat Harpo to the vet. The technician heard the name and immediately assumed I must be a fan of Oprah Winfrey.

So I get where you are coming from.

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Did your Harpo cut the vet’s necktie in half?

Groucho: “We’re fighting for this woman’s honor, which is more than she’s ever done.”

Modern audience: “Huh? Wha . . . ? Wadeesay? Huh? Dur-hey . . .”

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