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Originally Posted by Razor
I have to say.
During a night of passion, an ex -girl friend asked me to kiss her wear it stinks.
So I took her to Hamilton.
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I've never liked this joke because it's so implausible. No woman in the history of the world ever said something like that. It's a fake construct thought up by a dude in order to take a potshot at someplace. In this case, Hamilton.
Yeah, I know, it's not meant to be great humour, but still, plausibility is so crucial. It's why
Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (yay, Toronto plays Toronto!) is such a piece of crap that I couldn't make it all the way through, while
Shaun of the Dead is utter genius.
What's his name, the main character, is a chick magnet with superpowers, and you're just supposed to accept that without any backstory? We're meant to suspend our disbelief at the likelihood that a wooden actor with the emotional range of a slab of plain tofu playing a character with the emotional range of a slab of plain tofu would have three girls fighting over him, and seven ex-boyfriends of one of them devoted to his destruction, and the ability to fly and flip around and not be killed by otherwise brutal physical trauma like a comic book character, simply because these days "geeks are cool," or some such shit?
Whereas
Shaun of the Dead has a dependable internal logic that allows you to enjoy what's outlandish about it. Not to mention that it's clever, entertaining, and totally ace.
I want cutting, biting jokes about Hamilton, because they would serve as a tribute. Even the "armpit of Ontario" isn't bad, as you rotate the map to illustrate how southern Ontario looks like an elephant, and then you mention which city is the asshole of the province. Now
that's funny.