Tag: history

  • Peter’s Commentary on the ‘Learning Something New About History’ Edition

    Last week’s FSW topic was “Learning something new about history”.

    Last week, Mr. Porter let me pick the week’s sketch topic. I actually deliberated for quite a while. I didn’t want something so vague/broad that it suggested nothing to the writers, but nor did I want something so specific that it straitjacketed people. I finally settled on “learning something new about history”.

    I think it first occurred to me partly because sadogre had mentioned an interest in sketchwar, and I figured this would be right up his alley. The more I thought about it, the promising it sounded. People could do any number of “learn the real story of <x>” sketches. They could do sketches about learning something new about one’s family history or personal history. Or it could be about actually learning history, like a college course or something.

    So I sent off that topic and happily started compiling sketch ideas along those lines. Then at some point I flashed back to this narwhal-themed thread, and wrote the words “F***ING HANNIBAL F*** YEAH”, only without the bowdlerizing asterisks. I thought of other, more original ideas, but I kept coming back to that one. So that’s the one I wrote.

    I’m happy with how it came out.

    First off, I’m happy that I didn’t write a scene. I’d just watched another SNL digital short, and suddenly I wanted to write something like *that* — to just jettison all the principles of drama and scenecraft and focus on stringing together three minutes of funny. If you keep ’em laughing for three minutes, who cares if you don’t have a story?[1]

    Fortunately, I fell into the “F*** YEAH!” voice pretty naturally, and I had a pretty obvious structure to follow: relate the Battle of the Tremia, and then tack on some concluding words. Easy-peasy. I had already brainstormed a bunch of comic bits to include, so I churned out the sketch in about an hour. It made me laugh[2], and I was happy.

    This week had two other entries: Mr. Robertson wrote about how the Three Wise Men picked their gifts, and Mr. Porter wrote about a conspiracy theorist.

    Mr. Porter didn’t like the topic much, which I felt bad about. I had hoped I’d picked something that would help inspire the other writers. Then again, Mr. Porter himself had picked “Oprah” as the previous week’s topic, so none of us are immune from bad-topic-picking.

    After last week’s post, Mr. Porter requested sharp and pointy notes on his sketches, so I’ll do my best to provide that this week.

    Here’s what I got this time around: first, get out of my head. Yes, I have had pretty much that exact conversation. *shudder*

    Now, writing-wise, there are two ways to go with this sketch. First, you can give the conversation heavier emotional stakes. You did a great thing towards the end with the line, “Michael. Seriously. You need help.” If you can get that vibe *throughout* the sketch — that Peter really cares about Michael, and he’s scared by the shocking amounts of crazy — that’ll help draw the audience in. Defining the relationship between the two guys might help with that.

    Also along ‘make it more emotional’ lines, I can suggest a possibly-useful question. Nearly everybody would find Michael’s nonsense annoying, right? The question to ask is: why is it *especially* annoying to Peter? Why is Peter the *worst possible person* for this to happen to? If you get Peter desperately wanting to help Michael, but also infuriated beyond all reason, then you’ve got an audience paying attention.[3] Peter’s flustered quality is a real strength here, and you can emphasize that.

    Okay, so the ’emotional’ thing is angle #1. Angle #2 is the ‘wacky’ thing. To put it bluntly, I don’t think Michael gets crazy enough. You may be sputtering in disbelief right now, but really: real conspiracy theorists are even crazier than Michael. I’d lengthen the ‘slightly crazy’ talk at the beginning, pare down a bunch of ‘moderately crazy’ stuff in the middle, and add some ‘extreme batshit crazy’ lines towards the end. Seriously, you have not gone ‘too crazy’ until you hit “they’ve implanted a chip in my scalp and if you just hand me that penknife I can show you” crazy.

    Finally, last complaint: I could do lots of little edits here and there, removing words and phrases. For instance, I’d cut “writing on my blog and mailing out the newsletter” to just one of the two. But these are just small edits I’m takling about, and I think when I edit I like to err on the side of making lines too short.

    Okay, enough complaining. There are many things to like here.

    First and foremost, yes of course that’s the right button to end on. Absolutely perfect. And I loved all the different reactions Peter went through — I hate scenes where everyone has the exact same attitude through the whole thing, but we see Peter being confused, curious, annoyed, humoring, and ultimately sympathetic. Well-played, that. And the historical facts that Michael keeps screwing up are priceless, and you ramp up the crazy nicely as the sketch goes on.

    I laughed in spite of the “OH GOD IT’S MY LIFE OW OW OW”.

    [1] The irony here is that last year, when I took a class in sketch-writing, I really chaffed at being required to write sketches that weren’t structured like proper dramatic scenes. Now I’m embracing it. *shrug* I contain multitudes, etc.


    [2] Favorite moment: the sudden and unexpected appearance of Babar.


    [3] One (lousy) possibility: Peter is a history buff, and he’s reading a biography of Truman that prompts the whole conversation.

  • FSW: Learning Something New About History Edition (Peter’s Entry)

    Friday Sketch War
    Learning Something New About History Edition
    “Learning Something New About History”

    FADE IN:

    TITLE GRAPHIC reads “Learning Something New About History”.

    BAROQUE MUSIC plays.

    A CLASSY NARRATOR with an aged, respectable British voice starts the show.

    CLASSY NARRATOR (V.O.)

    This week on “Learning Something New About History” —

    TITLE GRAPHIC reads “Hannibal and the Battle of the Tremia”.

    CLASSY NARRATOR (V.O.)

    — Hannibal and the Battle of the Tremia. And now as always, Mr. Joey Weitzman.

    MUSIC FADES OUT.

    JOEY talks with fierce enthusiasm about his subject. His near-constant profanities are all clumsily bleeped out. He speaks over stock photos.

    First: a bust of Hannibal.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    Hannibal. I mean, shit. Just look at him. Hell yeah.

    Screencap of Chuck Norris.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    Fuck. Guys are like, “Chuck Norris is a badass mrmee mrmee woo” —

    Screencap of professional wrestling.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    — or “check out real ultimate fighting lalee bunny froo froo” —

    Busts of Scipio and Sempronius.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    — and I’m like, “You little pussies are like Scipio and Sempronius.”

    Battle diagram of the Trebia, showing the location of Roman forces, marked “Bitches”.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    The two Roman guys were, like, flouncing a tea party by the Trebia —

    Bust of Scipio.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    — and Scipio was all —

    (fey falsetto)

    “Oh, there’s no way that ass-slaughtering general can find us here!”

    Bust of Sempronius.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    — and then Sempronius was like —

    Battle diagram, now with an arrow added — Roman forces approaching the river. The arrow is labelled “weak-ass shit attack”, with black bars over the profanities.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    (equally-fey falsetto)

    “I’ll just put down my doily and launch a little attack.”

    The battle diagram now shows another group of forces, labelled “FUCKIN’ HANNIBAL FUCK YEAH”, again with black bars.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    And then Hannibal was like — “RAAAWR! Ambush, motherfuckers!”

    Several arrows from Hannibal’s forces to the Roman forces appear. Joey punctuates each appearance with:

    JOEY (V.O.)

    Unh! Unh! Unh! And like, killed them with pointy sticks —

    A label appears by the Roman forces: “Blood and guts and killing and shit.” Again, a black bar.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    — and then killed them harder with motherfucking elephants!

    JOEY (V.O.)

    I mean, fuck, man!

    Shots of various ordnance.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    Yeah, you got your AK, your fuckin’ F-16s, your tanks and shit, fuck that.

    Shot of Babar.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    Somebody throws a motherfuckin’ elephant at your ass, you know you are fucked.

    Shot of an elephant.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    They’re all BOOM BOOM BOOM stomping and trumpeting —

    Shot of the olliphaunts from Lord of the Rings.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    — and all Lord of the Rings and shit. ‘cos that’s how Hannibal rolls.

    Map of the Roman empire. An arrow goes from the battle of the Trebia to Lake Trasimene.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    And the last guys left ran like fuckin’ babies to Lake Trasimene, and Hannibal killed the shit out of them there.

    Shot of Rome.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    And Hannibal could have taken over fucking Rome. But he didn’t even bother. ‘cos he’s fucking awesome.

    Screencap of Colonel Hannibal Smith from The A-Team.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    Okay, the big question: is Hannibal cooler than Hannibal from The A-Team?

    Two shots, side-by-side: the A-Team screencap, the Hannibal bust.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    What the shit, people? Compared to the hero of the motherfucking Carthaginians, A-Team Hannibal was just a pussy with a van. Fuck you, A-Team Hannibal!

    Screencap of Faceman.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    And fuck you, Faceman!

    Screencap of B. A.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    Fu — okay, you’re cool.

    Screencap of Murdock.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    But fuck you — other guy.

    Screencap of 300:

    JOEY (V.O.)

    The other question: what if it was Hannibal versus the badasses from 300?

    Two shots, side-by-side: the 300 screencap, the Hannibal bust.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    But that’s a trick question, ‘cos Hannibal would be, like, “You rule!” and shit, and the Spartans would be all, “You! Are! Awesome!”

    A crude Photoshop inserts the bust of Hannibal into the shot.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    And then they’d join forces, and that shit would rule.

    Back to the opening title card: “Learning Something New About History”.

    The same BAROQUE MUSIC plays.

    CLASSY NARRATOR (V.O.)

    This has been “Learning Something New About History” — stay tuned for next week, when we present: “Jean-Paul Sartre and the Existentialists”.

    FADE OUT.

  • FSW: We Three Kings…

    The gods of writing have pretty much conspried against me getting anything out before Friday these days. I’m just thankful for that west-coast midnight deadline 🙂
    Our newest sketch warrior suggested the theme last week: Learning Something New About History.
    I figured I’d jump the gun and get into the Christmas spirit as well.
    Richard took us to school about Harry Truman – no word from Peter yet. I’ll update when others report in for battle.
    But for now, these three kings of orient are possibly trying to smoke a rubber cigar:
    ___________________________________________________________________
    EXT. DESERT MUD HUT – NIGHT
    BALTHASAR, MELCHIOR and CASPAR all stare up into the night sky

    BALTHASAR
    Oh yeah – that’s definitely an “a-Messiah-is-born” star. No doubt about it.

    MELCHIOR
    It’s so bright.

    CASPAR
    Wow….just…..wow.

    MELCHIOR
    We should probably go inside…we’re probably damaging our eyes staring at it.

    CASPAR
    We should, like, follow that star man.

    BALTHASAR
    Caspar you are such a goddamn hippie.

    CASPAR
    Oh come on man…if there’s a baby messiah under that thing, like the prophecies say, we should go and meet it, introduce ourselves.

    BALTHASAR
    Hmmmmm…3 wise men, meeting a baby with a big future…not bad. Nice…heart-warming.

    MELCHIOR
    We should wait and leave in the morning. Riding a camel in the dark is definitely not wise.

    BALTHASAR
    Think we can get some press to meet us there? Judean Sun Times, maybe The Daily Roman?

    CASPAR
    Balthasar, not everything is about publicity man! Some things are about love…sharing, connecting with people, bringing the world together.

    MELCHIOR
    As long as I don’t have to hug the baby…they’re very germy.

    CASPAR
    We just go, meet the new messiah, maybe give them some new baby gifts…

    MELCHIOR
    Ooo! I’ve got the perfect thing…a vaporizer. It’s so dry in the desert. And dusty! Oy!

    CASPAR
    I saw this really cool gourd rattle that would be good, and I can put together some medicinal herbs for the baby, you know, for like when he gets colicy, or starts teething…write out some instructions for the new mommy. I think that could be helpful.

    BALTHASAR
    Oh….I know. I’m bringing gold. A big bag of gold.

    MELCHIOR and CASPAR pause, and stare at BALTHASAR

    MELCHIOR
    You bastard.

    CASPAR
    Oh man…you just don’t get it.

    BALTHASAR
    What? They can just buy whatever they need. Or hold on to it, put it in the messiah‘s college fund.

    MELCHIOR
    Well, I can’t bring a vaporizer if you’re bringing gold. I’d look like a schmuck.

    CASPAR
    Balthy, Melchior and I are happy your self-help scroll became a such a big seller. But would you please stop flaunting it.

    BALTHASAR
    Did you hear it’s getting released in Egyptian?

    CASPAR
    Do you hear yourself, man? You want to give a bag of gold to a baby, to the king of kings….the son of God. What is he going to do with gold?

    MELCHIOR
    A baby could choke on those coins…and they’re definitely not sanitary. Who knows where they’ve been. Dirty Romans!

    BALTHASAR
    Look, if he’s the song of God, why bring him anything anyway, right? Not like he needs something his Dad can’t give him.

    CASPAR
    That’s not the point man….we give him stuff that says “hey, welcome to the mortal plane…thanks for coming, we want to make you more at home so you stay a while”

    MELCHIOR
    Vaporizers make desert air much more breathable.

    CASPAR
    Maybe some personal stuff….stuff From the heart.

    BALTHASAR
    My money is personal. I made it, and I’m very attached to it. Tis is my way of saying “I’ve been fortunate, and I’m happy to give a little back”

    MELCHIOR
    You’re saying “I’m a rich bastard who sucks up to deities” is what you’re saying.

    BALTHASAR
    God gave me the wisdom to write a best-selling self-help scroll. Sue me if I want to give something to his offspring as a thank you for what he gave me.

    MELCHIOR
    God would throw up if he thought he contributed to “He’s Just Not That Into Jews”. You want to give something? Give him your promise to never write again. There’s a gift he can use!

    BALTHASAR
    You two have been riding my robe-tails for years. Go ahead admit it – you are so jealous that I’m getting rich and famous, and you can’t even get a Roman research grant.

    MELCHIOR
    That is not fair! You know those grants are biased against non-latin speakers.

    CASPAR
    Oh man…you two are bumming me out so bad right now.

    MELCHIOR
    Happy now? You know how sensitive he is. I’m sorry Caspar. I shouldn’t let him get to me.

    CASPAR
    It’s alright Melchie. Balthy, maybe you should reconsider…give them something a little less pretentious, more appropriate for a baby. How about a puppy?

    MELCHIOR
    Or maybe, I don’t know, something you could strap to the side of a donkey that doesn’t say “I have a big exposed bag of gold – please conk me on the head with a rock and steal it.”

    BALTHASAR
    Look, I’ll give what I want to give, and you give whatever you want to…and can afford to give.

    CASPAR and MELCHIOR look at each other, resigned.

    CASPAR
    Hey Melchie, what do you think of frankincense? You know, as a present for the baby messiah?

    MELCHIOR
    Oh good choice Caspar. Very nice.

    BALTHASAR
    What’s that?

    CASPAR
    Oh man…it’s like this really special type of incense. All natural, homeopathic, and a very unique scent. I know, like, rich people really dig it these days, for their huts and throne rooms and stuff, but my friend Raul makes most of it, so I could probably get a bunch for cheap.

    MELCHIOR
    You know, I bet I could get a nice bottle of myrrh from Hiram down at the apothecary. He owes me for tutoring his daughter in Sanskrit.

    CASPAR
    Oh that’s a great idea man!

    BALTHASAR
    Myrrh? I’ve never heard of myrrh.

    CASPAR
    It’s a healing balm.

    MELCHIOR
    Like Neosporin, but for rich-people. It’s got a real nice smell, and everyone thinks it’s exotic because of the name. They did some very nice branding on Myrrh.

    BALTHASAR
    I’ve never heard of frankincense or myrrh. I bet most people haven’t.

    CASPAR
    Probably not.

    MELCHIOR
    Which will make them seem more special, and personal. Not cold, common and ordinary like gold….I mean, anybody can get gold, right?

    BALTHASAR
    Yeah, but everybody KNOWS what gold is. Years from now people will still remember that one wise man gave the messiah baby gold.

    CASPAR
    Yeah, but they’ll talk about the frankincense and the myrrh, since those are like, rare and mysterious…they’ll, like, have to go look those up.

    MELCHIOR
    And at dinner parties they’ll be like “well, one of them gave gold, but what’s frankincense?”

    CASPAR
    “What’s Myrrh?”

    MELCHIOR
    Those will be what everybody talks about.

    CASPAR
    Forever.

    MELCHIOR
    People just can’t resist a little mystery, or talking about exotic things, can they?

    CASPAR
    Nope. Just in their nature.

    BALTHASAR looks in angry disbelief at CASPAR and MELCHIOR. The storms off stage.

    CASPAR
    Hey Balthy, where you going man?

    BALTHASAR (O.S.)
    To find a fucking puppy!

    CASPAR
    (to MELCHIOR)
    You’re still going with the vaporizer, right?

    MELCHIOR
    Never considered myrrh for a second. You?

    CASPAR
    They’d arrest me on sight for giving frankincense to a baby. But I got a little back in the hut….want to smoke some and stare at the messiah star?

    MELCHIOR
    Why not. My eyes could stand a little more damage.

    MELCHIOR and CASPAR exit

    FADE TO BLACK.