Originally Posted 5.17.10
Much has been made in my comments on the last few episodes of Franks and Beans on the subject of parody and just where it fits in with the concept of comedy. While I’ll qualify my claim by saying that when it comes to parody, there can certainly be too much of a good thing, but as a general rule, I’m comfortable with making the assertion that all good comedies have at least an element of parody in them. Really, I defy anyone to name a good comedy that doesn’t have some parodic content to it.
Let’s take a recent example and look at last year’s comedy smash “The Hangover”. While certainly laying its own groundwork, where would it be without its nods to “Rain Man” and “Three Men and a Baby?” Going back 20 years to one of my favorite movies, “UHF” is chock full of parodies, musical and otherwise. If you really want to go back to the early days of film, all you have to do is look to the Three Stooges – lost among the eye pokes and face slaps is a parody of the social class structure that 1930s and ’40s America was struggling to break free from. I don’t claim that Franks and Beans holds much of a candle to any of these cinematic gems; I merely want to point out how important a concept such as parody is to comedy in general. When used properly, it’s a tool that really can’t be matched, because parodies are built on information we’ve already assimilated into our own cultural lexicon.
Self-parody is just another form of this type of comedy, and our wonderfully self-referential 30th episode, “Rip Off”, plays right into this concept. What separates self-parody from regular forms of parody, though, is devotion. Self-parody doesn’t come along without a substantial store of very specific material. While parody lives off of the never ending supply of popular culture, self-parody relies completely on the singular body of work it parodies. Franks and Beans could have its ever popular “No!” endings from the first episode, and we did, because we’re mocking overplayed cliffhangers and those have been around as long as there have been cliffs to hang from, but for us to use self-parody, we had to have enough material to serve as a solid foundation. Thirty episodes in, the result is “Rip Off”, an ambitious and context-laden episode that, in many ways, highlights some of our better moments while making fun of everything we do.
“Rip Off” welcomes back old friend of the show “Hardcore” Mark Moncheck, who is getting sincerely less hardcore the longer I know him. Seriously, the guy’s married, has a steady job, gets regular haircuts…it’s a misnomer, I tell you. The perfect role for Mark in any episode of Franks and Beans is that of the obsessed fan, because it’s not much of a stretch from who he is in real life. Sometimes I think that Mark, Larry and I are the only ones who watch Franks and Beans – perhaps I’m not too far from the truth with that thought – but even if that were the case, Mark has the enthusiasm to simulate dozens and dozens of viewers. Hell, it got him a recurring role on the show, so I guess it’s working out for him, too.
Joe Kromer is new to the show and, at ten years younger than both Larry and myself, newer to life in general. Another fan of the show who was granted entrance in through our golden gates, Joe has since disappeared from the face of Brownsville, never to be seen again. Seriously, I have no idea where to find this guy. For a one-time character, though, he sure picked a memorable episode, and did a decent job with the “next time on Kielbasa and Kraut” line. It probably took us all of five minutes to come up with that new title.
One of my great joys in working of Franks and Beans is writing lines that other people – of their own free will, mind you! – speak and act out. Recreating the episode “The Sandwich” scene for scene, as short as it is, was great fun, even more so because we were using different actors. Mark’s take on the “No!” ending was especially fun, because Mark couldn’t – for the life of him – not burst through the door of the room without looking really excited. He was just playing it natural, I guess.
The premise for this episode is fairly simple – Larry and I find people stealing our ideas, and we decide to kill them, but then we end up doing the same thing they did in the first place. Violence, another great comedic element, certainly has its part in Franks and Beans the series, and perhaps never is that more evident than in this episode. I’m not sure how effective our out-and-out “I’m gonna kill them!” lines were – you’re supposed to show, not tell, after all – but even those served as means to an end.
Speaking of killing, Larry’s poor, wounded Jeep has finally been put out to pasture, though it still has a few more appearances before we give it its proper sendoff. One of the reasons for its demise, however, might have come from the filming of this episode. If you look for it, you’ll see it – as Larry is frantically backing up out of his driveway, the car makes a grinding sound, a thin waft of smoke can be seen, and then it kicks into gear. I’m not saying that the Jeep wasn’t on its last legs as it was, but…oh, how we suffer for our craft.
The house Larry and I eventually burst into, breaking up the beginning of the famous “Mustache” sketch (keep an eye our for fake F&B’s crappy camera in the background…because they’re filming another rip off episode, not just going about their daily lives in a way that just happens to synch up with an episode of Franks and Beans), is actually Larry’s grandmother’s house. We knew that we couldn’t film their scenes in Larry’s house (“the studio”), and our other options were fairly dim, and I think this new setting worked out really well. It didn’t look like a house an 80-something-year-old woman lives in, did it? That’s the magic of Hollywood, baby.
The fight scene that ensues was fun to do – so much fun, in fact, that I apparently had a hard time not smiling the entire time I’m physically assaulting Joe. You can look at this in two ways: either I am a sadistic bastard who takes joy in causing others physical pain, or I should really be more aware of what I’m doing as I’m acting out a scene. Pick your favorite! It’s like a “Choose Your Own Ending” tale where one choice covers up my mental lapses. The ‘punching’ sound effects make their return in this episode – they’re favorites of mine, and, for better or worse, I use them in a good handful of upcoming episodes. There’s just something about them.
Tearing up a comic book is something I never thought I’d do – I’m more of the bag and board type – but I have to admit, tearing up the Punisher 2099 issue I bought for, oh, 15 cents or something ridiculous, was lots of fun. It was like eating the forbidden fruit, only you weren’t REALLY eating it, because it was just for a show. I hope that Stan Lee doesn’t revoke my Merry Marvel Marching Society card. Yes, those exist.
The real humor in this episode takes place after the big fight scene, which is unusual for us. Usually the punch in the face IS the joke, but this time it’s in turning the tables and doing exactly what we got so mad about in the first place. I think it works, and even the line “I can’t find the Internet!” is pretty amusing. We’ve set up the possibility for future conflict as Mark, nursing his black eye with a frozen bag of peas (a popular television remedy), expresses his hate for us. Perhaps we’ll look back in on this theme one day, if only we could find Joe to make it happen.
Big props go out to Larry for all of the design work he did this episode, most notably the Funny or Die website parody “Laf or Perish”, which he created from electrons in the air. It got me thinking that we should buy the domain name http://www.laforperish.com, but that’d be foolish. Unless it’s be a BRILLIANT MARKETING TOOL! Hmmm…
How could we top this blow-out-the-walls episode? Why, it’s simple – with nudity. Really, it had to happen. Ever since iChat and its level of success (it continues to be the one episode everyone remembers), it was only a matter of time before we brought the big square censor bar back, and its effect is obvious. Seriously, you didn’t think we’d do it eventually? Well, here it is.