tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18439960.post82405660277843864..comments2024-03-23T21:46:50.843-04:00Comments on the passionate moviegoer: Chlesea Handler on Ugly Ballsjoe baltakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467420961490314339noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18439960.post-48291416763121456242007-10-05T19:09:00.000-04:002007-10-05T19:09:00.000-04:00The Jackass gang took the "ball gag" to new height...The Jackass gang took the "ball gag" to new heights (well, depths) with Knoxville made up like an old man whose wrinkly sac hangs out of his short-shorts. When a passer-by's dog takes interest, boy howdy!<BR/><BR/>I'll bet the recent Balls of Fury would have been retitled just a few short years ago. Movie marketing has gotten very ballsy indeed.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18439960.post-25452127659096926812007-10-04T08:39:00.000-04:002007-10-04T08:39:00.000-04:00Balls are funny because they're grotesque. Breasts...Balls are funny because they're grotesque. Breasts are not funny. Unless they're prosthetic, like in <I>There's Something About Mary</I> (which also featured a killer ball gag). A few films were able to balance non-ball-related comedy with breast fetishism (from <I>Revenge of the Nerds</I> to <I>Just One of the Guys</I>), but it's a very delicate and difficult balance. So it's not that balls are the new breasts. It's more that balls are the new farts. An easy, lowbrow laugh.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com