With all due honour to this week’s guest, “James Marsden Wears Gray Pants And Black High-Top Sneakers” is some-more about Comedy Bang! Bang! nurturing a on-screen tie between Scott Aukerman and Kid Cudi than providing a height for that sadly neglected cut of a Hollywood community, a handsome, affable, usually employed heading man.
Reggie Watts left some large feet grooves to fill, and Kid Cudi’s doing it ably. Following a mortified dispute and settlement of Cudi’s introduction, a uncover is building between them a same stretchable attribute it manufactured, week by week, for Scott and Reggie: best friends, mortal enemies, whatever.
This suspicion is finished verbatim in a preview of Scott and Cudi’s arriving “pretty gritty” underline film. After a supply run in a zombie-devastated wasteland, Scott (boasting a extended Southern accent) quizzes Cudi about a foraging team’s presence rate, and any time, Cudi replies with usually a wordless shake of his head. “Where’s Jane?” No. “What about Doug?” No.
They’re dead, Scott. Everybody’s dead, Scott. Jane, Doug, Sheila, Tyrone, his mother Becca, Dan, Carlos, Larry, Marky, Ricky, Danny, Terry, Mikey, Davey, Timmy, Tommy, Joey, Robby, Johnny, Brian. They’re all dead, Scott.
“Well, during slightest we’re still best friends, right?” No.
Good news! Their loyalty isn’t broken since they don’t get along. It’s broken since Cudi “got bit,” and zombies (“groaners,” as Scott dubs them) don’t have friends. They only have appetites… for brains. Scott scolds Cudi for gettin’ bit, and Cudi owns adult with a witty shrug, a tide of blood pouring from his scampish smile, only before he lunges for his former friend. The pretension The Shaking Dead flashes on-screen, followed by a promotional hashtag #shakeittilyoumakeit.
The Shaking Dead is a good instance of Comedy Bang! Bang!’s silken feature-film trailers, and it shows how good Kid Cudi fits into this absurdist universe, where even a darkest suspicion is mostly secure in plain silliness.
“Shake it”—ahem, “fake it ‘til we make it” is good recommendation for this new chronicle of Comedy Bang! Bang! Scott and Reggie’s rapport grown over years, even before a uncover existed. While Kid Cudi establishes his possess persona and wears his possess feet grooves (wait, though he sits, so… chair grooves? Seat grooves? Maybe it’s best not to get too hung adult on a grooves, enough with a grooves already), this part categorically plays with a attribute between a two. See above: best friends, mortal enemies, whatever.
If there’s any doubt this is intentional, demeanour during a opening exchange. Cudi lopes onstage and announces, “Hey, Scott, I’ve motionless we hatred operative here, so we can cruise this my two-week’s notice.”
Scott’s so egotistical he doesn’t even register his new co-worker is quitting. “What, this? Oh, this is only an aged sorcery pack from when we was a kid.”
Magic is all about misdirection, and so is comedy. When a good sorceress Stephendorff (Chris Parnell) enters a universe to plead Scott—a childhood wizard so awkward he severed his possess fingers—for assist in his realm’s conflict opposite That To Which One Must Not Refer, it’s only a matter of time before a explanation that Stephendorff sought him not for his prowess, though for his ineptitude, to perform a army of The Realm with his bungling. It’s a larger bit of misdirection that dallying with Scott in a studio delays Stephendorff so prolonged that his army languishes and succumbs to a risk even larger than boredom.
Comedy Bang! Bang! is always about that capricious domain between a familiar—stale radio tropes, shopworn plots and premises, absolutely determined relationships—and a changes a uncover can blueprint on that aged map. But some-more than usual, “James Marsden Wears Gray Pants And Black High-Top Sneakers” is packaged with confusions of a genuine and a fake, starting with Scott’s naïve lumping together of theatre sorcery and genuine wizardry.
Marsden mentions a hurdles of operative with a CGI rabbit, though when Scott surprises him with a genuine rabbit to act with, he initial delivers an ardent makeshift debate of cursed love, afterwards vents his annoy during a rabbit’s empty delivery: “There’s no energy, there’s no spirit, there’s no tie to a element during all. […] This is my life! This is my livelihood!” It’s fun to see Marsden’s low-key charity dump away, and generally to see him distracted during a cuddly bunny. (Notice that his many mad takes do not uncover a rabbit; presumably no bunnies were hollered during in a creation of this episode.)
Even James Marsden’s earthy appearance—so executive to his persona that Scott introduces him with “Every male on earth is only a shittier looking chronicle of him”—turns out to be a sham. Years ago, he struck an unholy agreement with a painter whose correspondence of him grows aged as Marsden stays perpetually young. When Scott destroys a enchanting mural (a hunched animation figure with a suspicion burble above his conduct seeking “Where are my dentures?”), Marsden earnings to his healthy form of an aged man, and only as fast regains his girl over a blurb break. Don’t ask how. Don’t ask a wizard to exhibit his secrets.
Mr. Celebrity (Brett Gelman) has a repute and bubbly appearance of a Hollywood insider prepared to plate tasty gossip, though he’s a phony—not even a good phony. His juiciest pieces are deceptive notions anyone who’s seen a movie, or even a repository cover, could surmise. “Emma Stone is going to be in a lot some-more movies!” he confides. “And Julia Roberts, she’s removing some-more pleasing each day.”
When Mr. Celebrity turns his increasingly unnerving unrestrained to James Marsden, a veneer of persona breaks suddenly. “[Bleep] off, dude,” Marsden snaps, his twinkly veteran grin finally pushed to a violation point. Mr. Celebrity’s response swerves from bother to contrition to vengeful fury, and Gelman’s unsettling power comes by in full force here. But by a lapse from blurb break, they’re buddies, with Marsden giving a gossipless report maven a backrub. “Ooh,” Mr. Celebrity coos, “can your bend be my best friend?”
It’s a refrain of this episode. Will we be my best friend? As James Marsden initial settles on a couch, Scott gushes, “I like each singular film you’ve ever finished and I’d like to be your best friend.” Marsden thinks that’s “a small much,” though Scott doesn’t halt or apologize. “I’ll only leave it there,” he says, anticipating Marsden will surrender and cater him.
Much of Comedy Bang! Bang!’s interest over a initial 3 and a half seasons came from a arguable chemistry between Scott and Reggie. It takes a small time and a bit of thoughtfulness to welcome change, even when it comes in a form of an achieved and wise replacement. The uncover is giving a assembly that time and conjuring adult that thoughtfulness by prodding us to anticipate what a illusory TV loyalty unequivocally means… though it’s also asking, in a simplest terms, “Will we be my friend?”
- Scott’s on-screen credit: See Kazakhstan. Paid for by a Tourism Board of Kazakhstan.
- “What about Bob? To clarify, we meant a film What About Bob?”
- Stephendorff’s rickety around a theatre is a good square of understated earthy comedy, as is a contrariety between Parnell’s loose and Scott’s stagy preening.
- The full Sullivan’s Magic Set spiel: “Open a doorway to another area with a code new Sullivan’s Magic Set, featuring over 20* easy-to-learn tricks that will perform friends and family for hours, including a rabbit in a hat, a disintegrating marble, a disintegrating coin, a disintegrating handkerchief, a handkerchief nearby a marble, a silver in a bunny’s hat, a handkerchief on a rabbit in a shawl with silver spinning nearby it, a one where we put a marble in one palm and a handkerchief in a other palm and afterwards they switch hands, a one where we put a marble in a shawl and it turns into a handkerchief and it’s on tip of a coin, a one with a rabbit eating a coin, the one with Ross’ wedding, a one where we only put a silver nearby a marble, and of course, a inferno. In stores now! (Marble not included.)”
- *Each pack includes 21 tricks.
- “Okay, someone get this bunny off of me.”