How in the world did it take over three weeks for authorities to apprehend the two escapees from the “maximum security” prison in Dannemora? What is the total cost of that three weeks and the thousands of law enforcement officers who tracked them? Way more than it should be. They should never have been able to make their escape in the first place.
In less than a week we’ll be celebrating the Fourth of July, and Homeland Security is warning us to be vigilant for possible terrorist attacks. I don’t understand how ISIS can so effectively recruit young Americans to carry out terrorist activities, persuading them to kill as many innocent people as they can, to destroy as much of our infrastructure as they can, convince them even to kill themselves in the process. What sort of religious belief dictates all this death and destruction? I just don’t understand any of it.
Yesterday, I came down rather hard with both feet on the back of Melissa McCarthy and her latest film, Spy. I apologize, Melissa. You do what you have to do, following writers and directors in their quest for box office success. But humor doesn’t have to be based on scatology. Some of the funniest writers don’t use it. Mark Twain and Garrison Keillor didn’t use it or need it to give us belly-laugh humor. Jerry Seinfeld didn’t use it or need it. All in the Family, Golden Girls, Everybody Loves Raymond, or Big Bang Theory didn’t use it or need it. So, why do so many films need it? Adam Sandler has built almost his entire career on it; Mark Wahlberg’s Ted is built on raunch; Chris Rock’s humor is almost always built on smut; Seth Rogen and Jonah Hill seem fated to build their careers on scatological humor. In an age as dark as this one, we need humor based on true human foibles instead of excrement.
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