Latest reports indicate that Chris Morris’ projected hilarious satire about islamic extremism, which promises to ‘do for the fundamentalists what Dad’s Army did for the Germans’, has been rejected by just about everyone on the planet and he’s resorted to sending out begging letters hoping to raise funding from fans. And isn’t that just a sorry sight?
It’s all too easy (if entirely correct) to scoff about how if he hadn’t been peddling nasty reactionary claptrap with ever diminishing humourous returns for the best part of a decade then he wouldn’t be in this position, but the real tragedy is that someone who once seemed to embody the last word on the excesses of the communication age has been reduced to a Phil Redmond figure, railing against ‘the media’ for failing to afford due respect to his self-declared genius.
With a bit of luck this (which on recent form is scarcely likely to be any more constructive or purposeful than the hateful and ill-concieved Brass Eye Special, or for that matter any funnier than Nathan Barley) might not get made – the last thing that the beleagured Muslim community really needs right now is a washed-up pretentious controversy-happy self-important satirising of the internal divisions that are setting them as a whole apart from the wider community, especially one that will have the easily-led rent-a-political-stance adoring masses believing that it’s now ‘OK’ to point and laugh at them, and of course, making fun of unbalanced sociopaths will really, really help matters – but sadly there’s probably enough fools out there dribbling “TEE HEE NATHAN BARLEY MONKEYSPUNK DEAD BABY RAPESPAZZ” who’ll cough up the readies.
Think I’ll stick with Charlie Brooker’s forthcoming zombie film, thanks.
It’s like Why Bother? never happened. Still, quadrazpazzedonalifegluglolz, eh?