There is very little on film or television that moves me to laughter. I am often amused, tickled, impressed by the cleverness of some comedian but, if I watch a whole program I am out of spirits half way through and distinctly disjointed by the last phase of the sequence. As the piece progresses, my laughter becomes mechanical and each chuckle intensifies my ill-at-easeness. At the end of the program I feel flat and empty. I also feel I have wasted my time. There are come comedians and comedy which has a morelasting value. Seinfeld is one of these—at least for me. -Ron Price with thanks to G.B. Shaw on Oscar Wilde in Bernard Shaw: A Critical View, Nicholas Grene, MacMillan Press, London, 1984, p.4.
Laughter is idiosyncratic, canned, a commercial product. I feel it inside, welling-up, fast, a spontaneous explosion, frequently in Seinfeld, a program of skits about nothing, trivia, the spaces in relationships, self-centered human beings. I dig the absurd, my laughs and millions of others in this most popular of programs, where the energies of comedy are harnessed, dynamically: do we understand ourselves in the end? Society? I create nothing. I invent nothing. I imagine nothing. I see the drama and laugh at everyday nothingness. Can I call these laughs spiritual relaxation? Filling my pocket full with the most delightful emptiness and the weight of the day lifts, exploded into thin air.
Ron Price 16
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