VOLUME 2 | ISSUE 2
EVENTS
Stellar Comedy: Stella Plays Above the Boulevard

by Kevin Kizer
Today’s stand-up comedy world is a void. Most stand-up acts, whether individual or ensemble, follow the same basic pattern: observation, set-up, punch line, pause for applause, awkward transition into next fairly obvious observation. It’s very methodical. It’s the equivalent of Top 40 Pop music: it sells but ultimately lacks substance. Carrot Top equals Britney Spears

 

Now consider the New York-born comedy group STELLA. They would be at the opposite end of the spectrum. The group made its Chicago debut July 11 at the Logan Square Auditorium, above the Boulevard Café (3137 W. Logan Blvd.). STELLA, which consists of former MTV’s The State members Michael Showalter, David Wain and Michael Ian Black, is the comedic equivalent of a jam band or, more precisely, a sort of comedic jazz. There are no “bits,” pauses for applause (except for when it drowns them out), awkward transitions or any of the characteristics attributable to typical stand-up comedy. STELLA is a perfectly choreographed comedic show, where seemingly unrelated subjects transition smoothly from one to the other.

Credit it to the comedic minds of Showalter, Wain and Black. The trio has been performing STELLA for seven years now in New York and, prior to that, wrote, directed, edited and performed on the early-‘90s counter-culture sketch comedy hit, MTV’s The State. Before that, they did the same for the short-lived MTV show, “You Wrote It, You Watch It.” Most recently, they wrote, directed and acted in the highly acclaimed, but not-widely-seen, Wet Hot American Summer. Black also has a co-starring role on the NBC comedy, “Ed.”

Upon entering the auditorium for the show, the first thing that struck you was its starkness: there were no chairs (except for a few around the periphery), only a stage with a small movie screen behind. The crowd instinctively sat on the floor in front of the stage. In twenty minutes, the auditorium filled from front to back.
The show began late, thanks mainly to the auditorium’s abysmal sound and lighting system, but, when it did finally begin, it started off like a rock concert. The lights dimmed and music began to blare, causing the crowd to jump to its feet. The comedy trio made its entrance, running through the crowd and up to the stage, where they performed a bad dance routine. The crowd swelled and cheered. This definitely was not traditional stand-up comedy.

At this point, reporting on their edgy material and their edgier delivery becomes impossible, because of the nature of the trio’s comedy. What follows is a listing of the subjects of their comedy routine, in order: the perfect summer day into the Grammy awards into trying to convince the audience to join a volunteer group to beautify Wicker Park into making Wain the focal point of a gangbang into the song “David Wain is a Super Fag” into a group of Goth guys (complete with masks and capes) into an emotional, pivotal scene from “Breakfast Club” into senseless violence into personal encounter groups and forgiveness into an audience sing-along of The Police’s “Every Little Thing She Does.”

After the show, it was nearly 1:30 a.m. and everyone was either drunk or tired. To call what follows an “interview” is probably an insult to serious journalists everywhere. Nevertheless, here are a couple excerpts from the conversation I had with the guys from STELLA:

KK: I realize you are going down in history as comedic legends and geniuses in your own time. What’s next?
DW: Next we’re going to explore space.
MIB: The government pays for the training.
DW: We just pay for the fuel.
MS: And the towels.
DW: When are the joke questions over?
KK: The what questions?
MIB: Your funny joke questions.
KK: There are no funny joke questions.
MS: So far, I’ve loved every question you’ve asked.
KK: Well, thank you, I appreciate it.
MIB: I’ve loved about half.
DW: I’ve loved most of them.
MS: But I spell “love” “l-o-p-h-e-d,” so you need to look it up and see what it means because it doesn’t mean what it sounded like it meant.

KK: Okay, Wet Hot American Summer came out last year, and it’s become an underground hit. What’s in the future as far as movies?
DW: Well, we’re making STELLA into a movie.
MS: In the immediate future, we’re going to make a feature based on our short films and we’re going to keep touring.
KK: Are you going to try and make the show, you know, funny?
MS: I have to answer that question with a question to you: could our show BE any funnier?
KK: I think so, maybe if you threw in some jokes on occasion.
MS: Right now, on a scale of 1 to 10, we’re about a 4. And we’re happy with that.

KK: As far as your comedy goes, it seems to flow seamlessly from start to finish, not like typical stand-up comedy. Is there anyone out there who you think is doing anything?
MIB: What do you think?
KK: I would say nobody.
DW (to MS): Who “flows” as well as we do?
MS: Dom Herera.
DW: Bobcat, of course.
MS: Need I say more?
KK: If you work hard enough, you might make it up to Carrot Top’s level.
MS: Oh god, don’t say that, I’ll jizz in my pants.

KK: Michael [Ian Black], you look like this is killing you.
MIB: No, I’m just exhausted.
MS: Mike’s kind of…
MIB: I’m tired.
MS: No, I was going to say an asshole.
MIB: That’s fair too.
DW: A tremendous asshole.
MIB: He’s an asshole but what I want people to know is that they should take that exactly as it sounds.

KK: What did you guys think of your performance tonight?
MS: It was good. I think we had the crowd moving along.

DW: Technically it was a challenge because of the bad sound and lighting.
MIB: It was a great audience too.
MS: The audience was great and the material…
DW: The material and performances were brilliant.
MS: It was fucking mindblowing.
KK: I would put it up there as a cross between Milton Berle and Tiny Tim.
MS: Those wouldn’t be my first choices.
KK: Who would you choose?
MS: Bill Cosby.
KK: Who’s he?
MS: Exactly.

Despite the poor audio and lighting systems and the even-poorer acoustics, STELLA had the crowd on their feet all night, and not only because there weren’t any chairs. Showalter, Wain and Black created a level of excitement and energy not normally seen at comedy performances. The crowd was into what the trio was doing from start to finish and seemed surprised when the show finally ended. And after the show, many lingered behind and were slow to exit—a scene more generally associated with a rock concert.

But STELLA is no pop comedy act, that’s for sure. They don’t take comedy to another level; they take it to another place.


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