More on Bouffon – the anti-clown.

From kajsaingemansson.com

If you have read my post on The Red Bastard, here is further information the clown type known as bouffon.

I had the book “Why is That So Funny” by John Wright, sitting on my shelf for a quite a while, and I picked it up again. Rather than guess where I left off, I just jumped to the last chapter, which happened to be the last of his profiles of clown types. I found it appropriate that the buffoon was the last of the types to be included. The buffoon seems to be the least known and least understood character of the comic archetypes.  A google image search for buffoon/bouffon will largely deliver pictures of jesters and clowns.   The author writes:

The Shorter Oxford Dictionary define buffoon as a “low jester – implying ridicule, contempt or disgust”  We’re dealing with the lowest denominator of physical comedy here that, on the face of it, is socially unacceptable today because we pride ourselves on knowing better, and because we aspire to a diverse society.

On another site I found this description:

In the world of Bouffon, the audience is the joke. Bouffons show no vulnerability. Their great joy is to parody the audience, its values and flaws. This pack of grotesque outsiders engage the audience with great joy, intelligence & charm. They are disgusting, yet beautiful. They hate you, yet they flatter you. The Bouffons are the ultimate manipulators, a ferocious social satire about to explode, liberating the energy in the room with an immense pleasure to parody and to play.

nakedempirebouffon.org

Jacques Lecoq said:

The audience laughs at the clown and the bouffon laughs at the audience.

Historically speaking, buffoons are the descendant of the famous Punchinello of the Commedia Dell ‘arte.   There is a story of a hunch back who attempts to trick some magical women into removing his hump.  Instead, they curse him with a second hump on his belly.  He becomes Punchinello, the very symbol of grotesque realism.  Back in the middle ages, the misshapen and hideous could occasionally find as entertainers.   Once a year, there would be the “Feast of Fools” when the city would turn the rules topsy-turvy and the village idiot could be crowned King of Fools.  This happened with Quasimodo in The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

The above quote should now makes sense.  We aren’t supposed to laugh at people like that anymore.  It’s cruel.  Which is why we can now create fake grotesquery, and achieve the same effect.  However, it still makes audiences uncomfortable to be around someone who has an appearance like this…

The grotesque appearance puts you so far below “normal” people that they will tolerate behavior they wouldn’t from a peer.  If they are uncomfortable just looking at you, they are likely to let you get away with unusual behavior.

There is an old saying: “Shit rolls downhill” meaning the people at the top will pass the abuse to those below them in the hierarchy.  Once I heard someone else follow that up with  “When it hits the bottom, it flies in all directions.”  This is what the buffoon represents.  They are at the bottom of society, and they have nothing to lose.  It they have the spirit, they can take advantage of peoples fear of them, and get away with mockery that others can’t.

Some time ago I went to see Circus Finelli perform in a tiny theater in San Francisco. One of their skits involved dressing up in fake muscle suits and performing silly “feats of strength” all the while yelling “Mykonos!!!”

I know now this was a sort of Bouffon performance. The costumes severely distort the body, and they behave in an aggressive manner.

A quote about Mack Sennett

Mack Sennett was the producer of the Keystone Cops, and the man who brought Charlie Chaplin to Hollywood.  There is an old biography of him, called Father Goose: The Story of Mack Sennett. It was written by Gene Fowler and published in 1934.  For obvious reasons, I particularly like this quote:

“The advent of sound and the collapse of the world’s economic structure found Sennett with his back to the wall, but still full of fight.  Then came the thrust from nowhere, a sudden and unexpected stab which Sennett, like Caesar in the Forum, accepted as the unkindest cut of all.

The animated cartoon was a new and popular toy – especially to a world in despair.  It preserved and accentuated a thousand-fold all the illusions of slap-stick.  The pen was mightier than the bed-slat.  By the exercise of a few thousand strokes of a cartoonist’s quill, a whole animal kingdom of stars came into being and had an immortal existence in an inkwell.

These charming imps cost but little, were not given to fits of temper and knew not the weaknesses of the flesh.  They worked for no salary, and for the sheer fun of it; they would never grow old.

What did a horde of prankish animals care about censorship?  In a Sennett comedy, if anyone tied a tin can to a dog’s tail, an irate humane society would release it’s furies.  In an animated cartoon, India-ink dogs could be stung by bees, have turpentine applied to traditionally tender spots, be flattened by steam- rollers, reproduce their kind with strangers and otherwise defy the conventions.

A nimble rodent has become the world’s hero.  In the eyes of Mack Sennett, he must always remain a scraggly mustachioed villian whose mischief will never be undone.

Who killed Cock Robin?

‘I did,’ said Mickey Mouse.”

Bananabalism

I have always found advertising characters to be really interesting. I have a couple of books with lots of illustrations of them. I recall working on a commercial for Borden’s Dairy, featuring Elsie the Cow and her family

I found the characters kind of disconcerting, and I finally realized it was the dad. He was half human, half bull, just like the Minotaur. In Greek mythology the Minotaur was the cursed offspring of a sacred bull and the wife of a king who had offended the gods.

The title of this post came from a comment on this next video, which contains an uncomfortably outdated character of it’s own.

So many of these characters promote the consumption of their own kind. It’s weird isn’t it? Which leads me to one of my favorite fake commercials from Saturday Night Live: Clucky Chicken. Ironically, you have to watch a real commercial to get to a fake one.

Senses of Cinema

Here is an excellent resource on filmmaking: senses of cinema They are not above recognizing the talents of cartoon filmmakers. Such as: Frank Tashlin , Bob Clampett , and Chuck Jones

If you search the site with a directors name, such as “Bob Clampett” you will also find articles on individual cartoons such as Wackiki Wabbit

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