What a skiddle. Trying to get wordpress to link up to a podcast. Then trying to find a host that allows you to post multiple episodes without paying more than a gym contract a month. So here we are. Finally able to post on iTunes.I have recorded many podcasts over the years. Most of which have never been released online. I will be releasing a mix of vintage podcasts and newer episodes. At the moment it might be a bit haphazard. But give it a few weeks and I think i will find my stride.I need to ask a favour though. Would you please take a listen, subscribe, share and write a little review for me? Thank you. That will really help get this going.
Still no joy. Still no effing joy at getting this thing to submit and verify with iTunes.
Do I give up? No.
Do I have to fork out money? Yes.
Recorded in my car on my way to my buddy Gareth Allison’s house for his internet wisdom and skills. Sadly it’s still not resolved.
Anyway. This is a more optimistic post than yesterday. The benefits of your imagination online. Thanks for listening. Again, I appreciate any follows, shares and feedback.
Folks. Due to a mix of boredom and a need to do something, I have started up a little podcast. It will feature a mix of zero-guests. Why? Too much hassle. Also, I can record my own little rants. Maybe it will be useful for some comedy material. Maybe it will be useful as a poor man’s therapy.
Here it is then. Episode One.
Some comics just get it right. Jim has been doing just that for years now.
I first got the chance to gig with him back in the UK in 2006 and loved his work.
I prefer my comics to say it as it is. Jim does just that.
Jim shot to prominence over a bloody youtube clip of him being punched. Granted it didn’t make him funnier, but it did make him famous.
A million of hits later and it certaily cemented some notoraity for a man who was going on to bigger things. Anyway, he moved to the USA a few years ago and has since seen his career skyrocket with his own show “Legit”
He has a string of specials and one-man shows out there too.
- Jim Jeffries: Hell Bound: Live at The Comedy Store London – Released: 2008
- Contraband – (5000 limited editions) Released: 10 November 2008 (UK Home Video)
- I Swear to God – Broadcast: 16 May 2009; Released: 13 October 2009 (US Home Video)
- Alcoholocaust – Released: 8 November 2010 (Comedy Central UK DVD)
- Fully Functional – Release: October 2012
- Bare – Release: 29 August 2014 (Netflix)
Jim has toured South Africa in the past, where I got the chance to open for him here in Cape Town.
He will be back soon with his brand new shop “Freedumb” and will be at the Grand Arena at Grand West Casino and at The Globe at Silverstar.
I have a few double tickets to give away.
Two double tickets for the shows at Silverstar and at Grand West.
In order to win, you need to comment on the blog at the bottom with the answer to the following question, along with your location (Jhb or Cape Town).
“What was the name of Jim Jefferies American Television show”
Answers below and the winners will be announced on Wednesday 22 July 2015. The winners will be selected randomly for the reply’s.
I have owned too many cars.
At my last count, I have owned over twenty six cars or motorbikes.
So you may be asking. Why have I gone through so many cars. Don’t get me wrong, nearly all of those vehicles have been sold on. I don’t break cars. I just use them, and when they no longer fit my needs, I sell them again.
Some say its a passion. Some say its a sickness..
(Ok they have seen a few of the lemons I have owned over the years.)
I had an accident in August in my daily drive bakkie. Something I was dreading happening for a while. I just never had any confidence in the brakes of it. Not the feeling of cramped interior.
So when the air-bags didn’t go off. I was well cheesed off. That was the final straw.
But that folks, is another blog post all on its own.
I bought my current car for my daily use. I based it on safety, and power. What I hadn’t taken into consideration was how low the nose on it was. I scrape it on kerbs, on speed bumps…you name it.
Whilst I love my car. I travel enough across South Africa by plane, that I am often at the hands of the car rental people. This is South Africa. Not the states. Here and upgrade at the rental agency can mean you get an extra pre-programmed radio station done in advance. What I am saying is that the rental cars I have driven have often been a let down of a monumental amount.
From going from a 200bhp monster here at home to a small piece of tin with 1.1 litres of grunt can often leave me looking like a fool on the highway, grinding gears within an inch of their life to get me to what I feel are safe motorway speeds.
I am going to be in Johannesburg for a full week of gigs from Monday. I am looking forward to trying out a new car whilst I am up there. The kind of car that fits into my budget but ticks all the boxes for what I need.
So what do I need in a car these days. Firstly a bit of space. I need a car that can go over a kerb and over a badly potholed road without ripping the nose off. I need something that has enough power to get me going on the motorway. And above all. I need something that doesnt make me feel like a victim sitting in some overrated bit of tin. I need four doors. Have you seen some of the comedians out there. These are not small men (and that is not considering the ego space required too). I need a boot that is more than large enough to carry all my luggage for my trips….safely and securely stored. Knowing what I need to carry has often left me in a bit of a spot with some of the rentals I have used before. From boots just too small to take my suitcase, forcing me to leave valuables in sight, or knowing in advance that there will be no space at all for my folding bike means me having to leave it back here in Cape Town. How can I keep up my Cape Town hipster credentials if I am forced to leave my bike at home. Exactly!
I am going to be testing out the new Toyota Etios Cross during my time up in North. Those of you that know the roads in Gauteng know exactly what I am talking about. From gated communities with speed bumps every fifty meters, to rutted and rotten stretches of road. I am looking forward to this trip.
For me there are a few essentials. In Johannesburg, since I find myself driving in areas that I am often not familiar with, I sort of demand air-con. A decent sound system and the safety of decent brakes and airbags. I cannot wait to get behind the wheel of the @toyotaSA #EtiosCross
I will be putting out a full review of the Etios Cross from a weeks driving and rushing from gig to gig. You too can book yourself a test drive with them here
Check out some links on YouTube here to the #EtiosCross
For more details on the info and specs. Check out their website
I suck at using photoshop.
I suck even more with deadlines.
Together. The combination of deadline and lack of talent has joined to bring you this wee beastie.
It’s the new poster for (well) my new show. I went with #SorryNotSorry because it seems to fit the narrative of the story.
Also see the above paragraph about deadlines..
Im not famous.
Im not particularly successful
Im not bothered.
Im not in the business to be fawned upon by strangers.
Ok, I kind of am, but its not why im doing it.
The bi-product of success in my industry is often fame.
Personally I get enough ego points just doing the job. The fun is in the moment.
I’ve done a number of things that will have shown me in some sort of public space that you may have seen before. You know. A shitty tv advert on in the background, a spot on this comedy show, “Come Dine With Me”. You know. Shit. Background shit.
So when someone walks up to me and asks where they may know me from, it brings a deep sense of dread. Why? Well the chances are I will have to start rattling off my bloody CV, just to see if it sparks a bit of memory. The resulting conversation normaly ends up with me feeling like a twat. A twat who has to cover the past ten years of work and achievements to a total stranger.
“Hey, Where Do I know you from?”
Me: Hi. I don’t know.
“Nah man, I know you from somewhere”
me: “I do stand up comedy. Have you been to one of the shows?”
“nah, it’s not that me: “Maybe you have seen a commercial I have been in.”
“Was it Vodacom”
me: “No thats not me. Maybe it was “Come Dine With Me“
“Nah. Are you not Kevin’s friend with the canoe?”
“Sorry I don’t know you.”
Then there is the confused person. They are convinced that they know you. They have SEEN YOU MAN. But it was at a festival and they were on mushrooms and black label. They are convinced you are the singer for a band that played in the afternoon at Splash Fenn or something. “SING THAT SONG MAN, SING IT”
This is my life. It could be worse.
The only thing more embarrassing that all of this. Having a very pretty lady overhear this scenario almost word for word. Classy stuff Martin. Classy stuff. (Hides face in shame).
But that is another story.
I see a lot of these “open letters” out there these days. I often wonder what the purpose of them are. I think the time has come for me to try it. Why now? Because frankly this is all becoming unsustainable.
I am going to break down my career for you. This is by no means a boast. This is an honest example of what it is like to be a me. Im not suggesting I represent an industry. Perhaps I am just an self obsessed narsassit who should have read the financials long ago and walked away from this. But no. This is me. Im pretty much broke. Sure I have saved here and there and tried to spend wisely. But I am not a rich man.
I have put in some extra effort over the past year. You might say that it was due to a painful and messy breakup with my fiancée’. You might also say it was the chance for me to be myself again for the first time in a while. My one man show did well at the National Arts Festival in 2011. It won an award. I was chuffed. By winning an award, I do not want you to have a skewed perception of my attendance. I had none. Literally. A venue that holds 220 people and six have booked. Its soul destroying. I came back with Pants on Fire with Rob Van Vuuren the following year. We win another award. Since the festival, we have performed the show a few times at various venues. We too have to fight for attendance. We made so little money after last years show you wouldn’t believe us. Bills. Mother-fucking bills. Putting on a show there was extortionate.
Here is the crux. Perhaps this is my own problem to deal with. I don’t need to get all deep and philosophical here, but I really, and I mean really love comedy. Im not talking about having a giggle and recalling a joke. Im talking about a life where my artistic focus and energy comes from standing on a stage. You might think this sounds needy. (It is) But this is me. Bare naked Martin. I would go through life feeling content and fulfilled just living as I am. Comedy is my life.(style)
I have material.I have a few jokes. Sure. I have tons of jokes that frankly I have used for way too long. Every comic has. Each time I approach the stage, I have never ever got an idea of what I am going to do or say. I have places I can go to that I know I have, but for me, and I can only speak for me. The stage is a concious flow of my thoughts. Im unarmed and unashamed and fully coherent. The energy of a crowd, the way you can shock or titillate them just goes further than any other rush I can get. Its not a drug. Its not ego trip, its got nothing to do with my ego. It has everything to do with the energy of spreading laughter. I have no religious belief in a God, im not suggesting we do not have souls and spirits though. Laughter to me is a place where we can address ideas and issues with people lighting up, not being forced or told. (Bad comedy exists too, yes I know)
The purpose of what I am doing in my life. What are any of us doing? Please don’t tell me that my mere existence is just to earn as much as possible till retirement, then haemorrhage back into the world at an old age with medical bills and taxes. Folks I am not making much money. Im not asking for a charity handout, but I need people to know what is happening in this industry.
I think this needs a touch of perspective here. Without sounding like a douche, I challenge anyone to go out and do exactly what I do on stage. Do it. Replicate it. Give that time and effort a value. What do you think I am making every time I step on stage? I think I should tell you.
I came here in 2007. Gigs then paid about 40% more than they do today.
That is correct. We are paid on average, mostly under a thousand rand a comedy gig. Now considering that there are only so many gigs in the country, so many gigs in the month, so many comedians to get through, you can see the picture here. Frankly there isn’t enough work. So what you say.
This brings us to now a business side to the comedy industry. Its not enough that you just want to get on stage and make people laugh for a living. No. This is silly. What you really want to do is go out there and become a successful corporate comedian. What is that you ask? Im not the man to tell you. I am not a corporate comedian. It isn’t entirely through my own choosing. Its more a question of the wrong man for the wrong job. I suck at it. Like really suck at it. To me, (and this is just old me talking) comedy has less to do with Corporate work that just about anything. Its like finding out you have super powers like Spiderman. Then thinking. Right, i’m going to use these powers for evil. (Mwhahahahaa cracks knuckles, flicks cape over should and drives off in fancy german sports car.)
So again. What is your point Martin.
I am not a corporate comic. A corporate comic has the ability to churn out the funnies for a varied audience of business folks. I have been to several of these events and honestly I cannot recall a single time I have ever enjoyed it. It may just be me, perhaps I can best describe it like this. It’s like arriving at someone else’s Matric dance at their school without them, because they dumped you before going in. It is that lonely. It is that far removed from what I do. It is not a place I feel comfortable.
Why should this job that brings such elation then have to become possibly the saddest thing in the world. The answer is simple. It is money. So instead of making a grand at a gig (Not in Cape Tow they wont!!) they get the chance to make maybe 15-25k instead. Are they worth that? Honestly? Well. Its your money… you chose whatever you want. But telling me that there are acts who thing they are worth 40k plus is ludicrous. The balance of value in the industry is so skewed towards the money that the heart, soul and integrity of this industry are threatened. Our comics are mostly shit. Why? Because they are lazy gravy fed leeches who have no need to be artists. Artist’s do not drive sports cars.
I say money, but the real word should be greed. Greed is a drug that has done more damage to South African comedy than cocaine has ever come close to. Some local comics are high on the need to control an industry. This I remind you is not an industry. Its an art. You cannot own painting. Why try own humour?
It all the time I have been doing comedy here. I have never felt any solidarity between the acts. I have some very close friends in the business, but I imagine behind closed doors, there is very little talk of me that has been done in the positive. Sure. I am a shit stirrer. But who gives a monkeys. I have had next to no referral work from any local comics. Nobody has gone out of their way to include me in shows or television work or anything of that ilk. I am not bitter. I am being open.
The list of big promoters, the guys who swallow up every possible corporate rand that can be raped and stolen from this industry is long. Many have seen a financial opportunity to take big money from big banks, big fast food companies, wine farms, you fucking name it. It leaches the industry to the point where they walk away with massive massive paychecks. Im not talking “pay your electricity bill” kind of money. Im talking “buying shares in Eskom” kind of money. What do we get as performers? Well I cannot tell you. I haven’t been booked on any of these shows since I have been back.
Does this sound bitter? I think it is starting to turn a little bleak. So let me add some sunshine and flying ponies to the story. Brighten It up a little..
My name is Martin Evans. I live in Cape Town. I have a cool job. I make people laugh for a living. Everything I own comes (well mostly) from making people happy. My job is to make people happy. I get paid for this. Not a lot. But enough to eat and drink and buy the occasional bag of cheese. I get to travel across South Africa. In the past six months, I have been back and forth between Johannesburg and Cape Town over 12 times. I have covered thousands of kilometers in my bakkie (sorry folks, the van is parked outside my flat) back and forth between gigs in Durban and PE umpteen times recently. I have been as busy as I have ever been. I have had a really good year in comedy. I am now working regularly around the country and love it. Although I have run out of venues to perform at. So its a case of returning to the same gigs over and over.
I have in the past made my income from doing some acting jobs for commercials. Its easy money for easy work that is fun. I have done about 20 odd commercials worldwide over the years. Last year I had my record season. I was in seven commercials. Some of them were really quite big jobs. Covering territory’s like the whole of South America. Then time goes by and they end up not using the commercial at all. This happened on three jobs last year. It was a total waste. Frankly a disaster. I had wasted a whole season on pretty much nothing. What upset me more was how much I had to sacrifice my comedy to do it all. To do the season means you are committed to being in Cape Town for pretty much the whole summer whilst you attend castings and call backs. You can go a whole season and land nothing. So with that in mind I thought to myself, Sod it. I am not doing this anymore. Well not for now at least. I need to make more focus on the comedy.
Its not like I haven’t been trying. Here in lies the problem. I have really been trying. Trying to avoid the corporate work, trying to avoid putting anything on film, basically I have been trying. I was recently on an episode of “Come Dine With Me” I had no idea or expectation of what that would lead to. What did it lead to, you ask? Nothing. That is the answer. Perhaps the perception that I am possibly homeless, but not much more than that. I was recorded on film. Finally I have some work on television doing stand up on Comedy Central. But it wasn’t a good gig. I didn’t like it at all. So much so that I cannot bring myself to watch the show. I refuse to watch it. It obviously wasn’t good or I would have heard feedback. So what I choose to do is just ignore it. Not having DSTV makes it easy to avoid.
I have really been trying to just be a comedian. Not an actor, not a corporate performer. Just a comedian. My one man show was as pure an example as I could have of being “just me”.
It got the best reviews I could have hoped for. People were very complimentary about it. It was an exhilarating thing to do. To stand there. No mic, no props, just a story and an audience. It was lovely. But it was an expensive thing to do. The cost of the venue, and posters etc made every ticket sold a chip away at just the costs. People just didnt come in large enough numbers to make it worthwhile.
The show wins awards, gets reviews from heaven and yet has takings that a busker would be embarrassed with.
So is it me. Am I just some ego fuelled twat with a narcissistic agenda of doing whatever he pleases. Maybe. Fuck. Am I? Fortunately this job brings you down to earth on a regular basis. The thrill of a great gig is easy to forget when the attendance at your one man show is so poor.
Im waffling away here. The whole purpose of this was to be an “Open letter to the people of South Africa” I was asking for some support.
Im not asking for cash. Not money. Im not a beggar. Im an artist. A performer, a story teller.
If I won awards as a plumber you would pay me huge sums of money.
But my awards as an artist and just the reason to ignore me
When you in town again?
Oh please let us know.
What time is the show?
When are you on?
How do I get there?
We will come tomorrow
Sorry I forgot
Folks. It is this simple. Im not using this as a threat. Im using this as a plea! Im asking you. In large numbers. People who do not go to comedy shows. You. Yes you. Exactly you. The person reading this. You. You are important. It is you that chooses what to watch. Im asking you, to please buy tickets for my show.
It will cost you a little bit more than going to the cinema to see my show. (not if you have popcorn and a soda) By doing so, you will be enabling a person to live. To earn his living doing his job proudly. I just want to write and perform. But it seems that the mentality of South African audiences are someone biased towards regionalism and conformity.
Which brings me to a good old fashioned beef. The lack of support. The number of gigs I have done where people said afterwards, Oh I will watch it the next time you are here. Next time? There is a point where there will be no more next time. It is not financially viable to travel about and not sell tickets.
I worked as a freelance dj recently for a station in the Western Cape. I will omit their name for legal reasons. They gave me 100% anti-help with my show. Not one single bit of assistance towards it. Nothing. I asked them for interviews and some support. Nothing. Not one of them came to watch it, not one of them mentioned it. Nothing. That is the kind of support I came to expect from them. Now is this me being sour, or is this because I am not married to one of the managers or the station or something? Why do some comics get all the help and the others nothing?
Maybe it was the name of the show? Maybe it was the agenda of the station, Maybe it was just a case of “couldnt give a toss”.
If a radio station, I as a stand up comedian works at, cannot have the time to give me a little career boost with their massive audience, then who can? Its time I lead the way and did my own thing SA.
Im going away for a few months. To write. To think, to relax and to try and come to terms with what is happening. I am not quitting. This isn’t a job. This is my life. If my life means me moving to where it is sustainable and appreciated. Then that is where I will go. I will go somewhere where my skill-set or talent (whatever that is) will be of use. Where I can earn an income doing just stand up. Not having to troll about in commercials or corporate jobs. Not to have to cast for film roles that suck dick but at least pay rent money, to not have to worry about my worth. Im quite confident in who I am. Im just not confident I am in the right place.
Essentially I need some appreciation. Something more than a good review and a “well done”
I need people to attend my shows. That is all.
Im coming to Johannesburg to do my solo show this week. Ticket sales are non existent. Lots of people ask me when Im performing. Nobody comes. This is my last gig. Im now bowing out like the Parlotones. Nobody could drag out going overseas more than they have.. But then they are only leaving as they have bled this country dry of money. I am however, near enough skint.
I need people to come to my show this Thursday, Friday and Saturday.
I am performing at the lovely Pop Art venue on Arts on Main. It isn’t a big room. But it needs support. I need the support. I need people to book. Are there not 300 in Johannesburg that want to watch me? Can I not get that level of support from a city of that magnitude. I believe I can.
If people do not book, then I don’t know what the answer is. Where do I go from here. Do I give up? Do I find another way. Really. I need your help.
The show is good. It just needs an audience.
Please support my show. It is supporting more than just my ego.
Looking forward to seeing the final edit of the Comedy Central Special on the 16th November. It has a stellar line up. Tumi Morake hosts with me, Loy Mad, Jason Goliath and Eddie Eksteen.
I am performing my solo show at the moment. Catch me at the Kalk Bay Theatre during the month of November. Im performing my solo show “Full Body Poes Klap” 7-25 Nov.
For more info www.kbt.co.za
One thing comics do like no others, is drive about and bitch to each other of all the ill’s and woe’s of this comedy industry.
From what acts we like through to whose’ girlfriend slept with who. It can be facinating and all too ego fuelled at the same time.
I started listening to Marc Maron’s podcast about six months ago. I think his voice, intellect and understanding of the industry qualifies him beautifully to hold and host these talks with other comics. I think I found a great deal of comfort listening to the words of the other comics. Honest and beautiful stuff. Stories of people’s lives that I have never heard another person draw out of conversation. Too the comics out there. Listen to these words. They really are significant and usefull to your career and development. To everyone else. It gives an honest open account of what life is like as an entertainer. Not always pretty, but always beautiful.
I have been on the road now for a couple of weeks. I can honestly say that I am having the time of my life.
I am not trying to romanticise the concept of essentially being homeless whilst persuing a career of gigs around the country.
But in terms of how much fun and enjoyment I am getting out of doing stand up right now. Well. It must be working.
I just made an offer on a tiny studio flat in Cape Town. My plan was to move to Johannesburg for a bit. As much as I am loving it up in Jozi and finding lots of work, I have a few projects that are pulling me back to Cape Town for the next few months.
The National Arts Festival was a tremendous success in some ways. Financially the costs of producing shows in South Africa are as high as anywhere else these days. Making money is essential. Not just a little bit. But lots. Life is bloody costly.
The opportunity has come through for me to look at taking my shows overseas. Considering what it costs to be here and the potential reward. I think it has come time for me to start looking overseas again.
This year, I won the “Standard Bank Ovation Award for Comedy” for the second year running. It has given me a chance to get involved with the World Fringe Alliance and look at taking the show to Perth and Adelaide Fringe Festivals in 2013. I think this is the route for me to go. Right now as I type this, Dave Levinsohn is out doing his thing at the Edinburgh Fringe as part of a proper sponsored event. We can only go forward from here. Fingers crossed. All that kind of stuff. For now though, it is about finding sponsorships to fund “Pants on Fire” to take it to a bigger audience without Rob and I going broke doing it.
After a month or so of gigs and a super secret project that I cannot talk about yet. I will be doing a three week run of “Martin Evans and the FBPK” at the Kalk Bay Theatre. Maybe after that I can move up north again. But then it is the shooting season for Commercials in Cape Town and I do quite a bit of work there. Either way. The world is opening up to me. Im just going to see where it takes me for now. Hopefully as far and wide as possible. I’m a lucky man.
I figured the only way to write comedy is to just do it.
You need very little for stand up. You need an audience. That is about it. The rest is just incidental.
Thanks to Jou Ma’s Se Comedy Club at Players Cafe. I appreciate the opportunity to just let loose and enjoy myself.
I’m back there most Thursdays for a while trying out new material.
Apologies for the poor audio quality. This isn’t meant to be a DVD release. I recorded it using my iPhone just so I could listen back o it and see what works and what doesn’t. Lots doesn’t. Some does.
Im recording to Soundcloud and hope to build up a list of all my gigs from here on. Why not.
We took the trip down there in Kurt’s 1970 Camaro. Lovely car. Made sounds that gave my bottom rattles and my kidney’s a good flushing. Gig went rather well. I drank far too much. So much so, that I couldn’t even face being in the Camaro on the way home. I was too hung over for a muscle car trip with the star of “skeem” No. for the trip back, I took the easy route of a ride in KG’s Polo. A vehicle far more befitting a man needing a good hooch.
I get really upset when I see an act come on stage and do a bit of material that I recognise from another comedian or from a generic list off the old internet.
Being a hack is more than just abusing someone else’s idea. It insults the audience and even more annoying to me, is how it insults the other performers.
I would rather watch an act essentially struggle with original material than ever watch a known hack go about his business by doing someone else’s business. I have had my run in’s with several performers before. I have confronted acts who stole jokes.
It breaks my heart. But in this day and age. The concept of joke theft should be harder and harder to achieve.
Certain local acts are shameless doing it. Some have created whole careers off the back of others.
I found a few of these clips and thought I would add them to my blog for you to see what I mean.
It really does break me.
To the new comics who may read this….Don’t do it. We know. Trust me. I have seen or heard a great deal of jokes and styles of humour. You are fooling nobody. Just changing a city, a race, a name, a sport does not make it your joke.
To the old comics who do this and may read this post. Fuck you.
Dane Cook vs the far superior Louis CK
a new guy gets caught out in Australia on a talent show…
Finally…Stewart Lee goes as far as writing a joke he knows that Joe Pasquale couldn’t steal…
This is my final poster for the new show. Very very excited to be writing it at the moment. I have some pretty sick new ideas and plan on working this show hard for a wee while to come. Please do let me know what you think of the poster. It was the work of Durban comic Dusty Rich. Dusty is a damn fine tattoo artist and kindly did the work for me. I am going to work hard to get that buff in real life though. Check them out for more info. http://www.gigposterco.wordpress.com
Can for like komedy? Can for like kak musiek
Then do yourself a favour. Dont watch Leon Schuster. Really. Just skip it. And while you are at it…Steer clear of the Shakira world cup tune Fifa approved? What a sign of bollocks that is..
A few years ago, I took the bus to Port Elizabeth. On board the bus they showed a video. Good. That should pass the time.
Sadly it was a Leon Schuster film. It was the most racist bloody thing I had witnessed in years. Granted I had been living in the UK for ten years. I looked around the bus. I think I was possibly the only white person on it. Yet everyone on the bus was in stitches at this most basic of comedies.
Yesterday I read a comment on facebook. Someone asked about the new Shakira world cup song. The question was….Is the song any good? My response was that it was shite. It is my opinion. But that is what i think of this bloody waka waka whatever. The response from one person was, ¨I was in Stellenbosch the other night at a club, and folks from all races were loving it, and dancing to it…”
I answered that people enjoying something is no measure of style, class, taste or quality. Like I said. Leon Shuster has sold more tickets at the cinema than any other performer or film in this country. He has jumped on the world cup bandwagon and released a movie for the event. I dont even want to mention its name. But it looks more shit than Bafana Bafana. Really!
He has created an enviroment where it is considered amusing to stereotype other cultures in a negative way. Nothing wrong with “blacking up” in Leon´s world. It has in turn changed the way advertising is done in South Africa too. Just watch the appaling adverts for Outsurance and the bloody Deloris character played by some white guy called Ashley. It´s racist, its sexist, its rubbish….and by God its popular.
Taste…it cannot be bought…but someone should be responsible for dishing it out.