For obvious reasons, I always cringe when people make fun of others’ family names. This is at constant odds with my job as a headline writer, which half the time involves exactly that.
And yet:
For obvious reasons, I always cringe when people make fun of others’ family names. This is at constant odds with my job as a headline writer, which half the time involves exactly that.
And yet:
Patrick Lagacé put this video up on his blog (so if you read his blog, don’t bother watching it again). He didn’t add much commentary, so I guess he just found it funny.
It’s an old sketch from RBO, which makes fun of anglo TV news, specifically Pulse News (what CFCF’s newscast used to be called before CTV decided local brands were a bad thing).
But much as I admire RBO, I don’t find it funny. Instead, it seems ignorant, bitter and sad.
Part of being able to do a good caricature is knowing your subject well. They got the logo right, and that joke about people in Ottawa going to bed at 8:30 was funny, but that’s about it.
There is plenty of stuff about anglo TV newscasts in Montreal that is very worthy of caricature: Ron Reusch’s pronunciation skills (though they won’t be an issue soon), Todd van der Heyden’s over-the-top gravitas, Lori Graham’s wardrobe, Frank Cavallaro’s zucchinis, Tim Sargeant, Global Quebec’s green-screen studio-in-a-box are just a few examples. A lot of these references are contemporary, but I’m sure there are plenty of similar examples from back when this sketch was made.
And sure, the anglo media is predominantly federalist, fears sovereignty and many people have trouble pronouncing French names. And, as a commenter on Lagacé’s blog points out, it does tend to discount most of Montreal east of St. Laurent.
But instead of understanding the target and eviscerating it where it is most vulnerable, RBO made the same mistake that Culture en péril did: put anglo Montrealers in the same boat as anti-French Albertans, franco-incompetent Ontarians and gun-toting southern U.S. rednecks (it even calls one of its reporters “John Redneck” as if this is somehow funny). It’s insulting name-calling (“Brian Britt” becomes “Brian Twit” – oh, how my sides are splitting).
And yet, it was a hit (a “classic”, even) among other uninformed unilingual anti-English francophones which form their target audience, so I guess it doesn’t matter.
When I watch these sketches from RBO and Prenez Garde Aux Chiens (another group I greatly admire when it does media criticism right), and I see people with incredibly thick francophone accents pretend to be anglos who can’t (and don’t want to) speak French, it seems painfully obvious that they are completely unfamiliar with what they’re targetting, beyond the ill-informed caricature that makes no sense in the first place.
I find it somewhat ironic, at the same time, reading another post from Lagacé in which he says the government shouldn’t be teaching francophones English. I’m fine with that. I’m more than happy to take the job of a unilingual francophone whose government put ideology over proper education in an unavoidably globalized world.
But I just wish some francophones would learn to understand the anglos a bit better. We might find some stuff in common. For example, we both know what it’s like to be a linguistic minority. And they might find we agree on a lot of non-sovereignty-related economic and social issues.
More importantly, anglo TV news is in desperate need of really good satire.
Well here’s a shocker: The New York Times endorses Barack Obama. Really? The paper that hasn’t endorsed a Republican for president since Dwight Eisenhower in 1956 is lining up behind Obama?
At least it provides a history of its endorsements for us news junkies to feast on. Some of its favoured candidates have included losers Hubert Humphrey, George McGovern, Walter Mondale, Michael Dukakis, Al Gore and John Kerry, as well as Republican Thomas Dewey, who sadly did not defeat Truman.
Well, at least Ron Howard’s endorsement is cute. Will the Fonz vote put Obama over the top?
You know, every time I see Prenez Garde aux Chiens, I wonder: What are these people doing on VOX?
The video above is a good parody of the whole TQS situation with the CRTC that I found on Richard Therrien’s blog. (Incidentally, there are some people – mostly male – who wonder if Bleu Nuit will return to the airwaves.)
Also be sure to check out member David Lemelin’s interview with Christiane Charette on Première Chaîne.
For those of us who look down upon Americans, thinking how stupid they are based on cherry-picking the worst responses to simple trivia questions, well, turnabout is fair play:
This music video from Fluid Rouge featuring Jon Lajoie gives me an excuse not only to point to Dominic Arpin’s new Vlog blog (where I found it), but also the fact that Lajoie will be performing at Le National next weekend.
The Liberal Party is planning to formally apologize, in the House of Commons, if elected, for the Komagata Maru incident. Conservative leader Stephen Harper apparently won’t issue such a formal apology.
I’m with Harper on this one. After all, there was nothing anyone could have done about it.
Someone’s been busy on Facebook.
I can see the headline now when they’re arrested: “CAUGHT BLUE-HANDED!”
The Quebec-based online video sensation Têtes à claques has soft-launched a new website and and anglo version with passable anglo accents.
The videos are the same as the franco versions, but they seem to lose some of the humour in translation. I’m not quite sure what it is, exactly. Maybe I’m just more easily amused by francophone humour. Maybe the québécois accent does something to make stuff sound more funny.
Meanwhile, Le Devoir today has a letter about francophone singers releasing anglo albums. Of course, it’s filled with the usual anti-English xenophobia you’d expect out of Le Devoir, but the gist of the letter is that artists shouldn’t be selling themselves short recording in another language just for the money, even if the English market is insanely lucrative:
La chanson est un art qui mérite le respect.
The writer is talking about Garou and Gregory Charles.
Yeah.
40 years ago, when composer Dolores Claman was given the task of coming up with a theme to a hockey broadcast, she envisioned the music you’d associate with Roman gladiators wearing skates (assuming you could imagine such a thing in the first place). The theme she came up with became synonymous with CBC’s Hockey Night in Canada for 40 years, and has become this country’s unofficial second national anthem.
Then, in June, all that changed when CTV announced it had acquired the rights to the theme from its original composer, who was still involved in contractual disputes with CBC over the terms of its license.
The CBC, left with its pants around its ankles, dusted off Plan B: Run a contest to find its replacement.
A contest to replace the most epic song in Canadian history. No problem.
The CBC’s Anthem Challenge, which has been promoted endlessly in order to drive up interest, has been surprisingly successful at doing so. Thousands of submissions each take a legitimate shot at being the theme’s successor, mostly by trying to copy it with slightly different notes.
Some come close to what you’d expect the winner to sound like, but are still missing that punch that truly gets you ready for a hockey game. They might sound more appropriate for a Megaman level than a hockey show.
Others miss the beat entirely, spanning the range of genres from cheesy ’80s sitcom themes, elevator music, electronic music, pop songs, even cheesier pop songs with lame lyrics, Randy Bachman, and other types of music entirely inappropriate for a hockey show theme.
Some include annoying personal introductions, others repeat the same chords over and over, or include sounds of people cheering.
Considering all these people got paid exactly $0 for the submissions, they’re not bad.
But these were the most popular ones. Imagine the ones that sucked.
The big question I have here is: Is this the kind of thing that should be trusted to Joe Schmo next door? Claman was a professional, not some person they picked off the street. Why should we think that amateurs would do a better job this time, clinging to the faint hope that maybe they might be the one lucky one out of thousands to win the $100,000 grand prize and get all the fame and glory that comes from not having the right to play your own song because you’ve signed away the copyright?
It’s perhaps partly to prove this point that a member of Something Awful posted “Hockey Scores,” a collection of random annoying sounds designed to sound as bad as possible, and encouraged others to vote for it. Because Something Awful is so powerful, the song rocketed to the top, where it sits as the most popular, most viewed and most commented entry.
That has garnered the attention of mainstream media, its blogs and even the CBC itself, which points out that the number of votes is not the only factor it must use according to the rules in determining the semifinalists that will be presented to the nation in October (though it will likely be the determining factor in choosing finalists from those semifinalists, and then the winner from the finalists).
But little of that coverage is mentioning the larger issue: When rich media organizations “crowdsource” something that’s going to make them a lot of money, expecting people to work for free, they’re just begging to get a bunch of crap.
Something Awful just helped the process along a bit.
The contest continues to accept entries until Aug. 31. Semifinalists will be aired and voted on by the public in the beginning of October.
UPDATE (Aug. 9): The Globe has a piece on the contest, which of course includes not a single link to all the entries it talks about, nor the contest itself.
Bill O’Reilly + archival footage + YouTube + remix creativity = awesome
(The original, in case you haven’t seen it, warning about language on both)
From Jon Lajoie:
Note: Please do not take this literally. Flyers fans are human too. If you see one trying to steal the purse of a helpless old lady, please report the matter to the police immediately and do not — I repeat: do not — beat the person to a bloody pulp.
Patrick Lagacé’s mental deterioration has moved into its next phase: he’s imagining being interviewed by Olympic diver Alexandre Despatie (among others).
You could say he’s really gone off the deep end.
(Really folks, I’m here all week. Try the veal.)