Joan Rivers recently appeared on a UK daytime talk show and let her mouth run loose thinking the censors would clean up her foul language. There was just one problem: the show was live and there were no *bleeping censors around. Even funnier is the fact that Joan knew these curse words were about to fly — as she went out of her way to alert the censors — but she said them anyway.
Whereas normal people like to have fun with
unnecessary censorship, the "artistic types" (in this instance: pervs) prefer to strip down, throw a party, and play with necessary censorship. Is it art? Or just an excuse to get drunk and (let it all) hang out?
Alanis Morissette disappeared there for a while, but reemerged with a shorter 'do and a sense of humor. Last April Fools' Day, she debuted
her version of "My Humps" by the Black Eyed Peas. It made me cringe and chuckle all at once.
What happens when The Sopranos are
censored? Well, when all the violence, nudity, drug abuse, and foul language is replaced with rainbows, unicorns, cotton candy, and gift certificates to Bed, Bath & Beyond-- taking care of mafia "business" suddenly becomes wholesome fun for the entire family! Who knew the show could work so well as a
dramedy?
Take something completely innocent, *bleep it up with censors and let your mind do all the dirty work. Surprise, surprise: that G-rated gibberish now takes a too hot for TV tone. Jimmy Kimmel calls this "unnecessary censorship," but I call it *bleep*ing hilarious.
