In the past, the prestigious Mark Twain Prize for American Humor has been bestowed upon the likes of comic legends Richard Pryor, Jonathan Winters, Lily Tomlin, Carl Reiner, George Carlin, and Steve Martin. This year's honor goes to Will Ferrell.
Don't they mean the Mark Twain Booby Prize for American Humor? Cleave in twain my head instead! Surely there must be someone more deserving of this recognition of merit. Isn't Jerry Mahoney still alive?
Will Ferrell? A Night at the Roxbury? Talladega Nights? Land of the Lost? The skit comic who works best in five-minute increments? That Will Ferrell? Alright, Old School was not without its crude charm, he held his own in Stranger than Fiction, and did Franz Liebkind justice in the musical remake of The Producers, but when pressed, I'd wager the farm that even Ferrell's mother would cough up a few more deserving honorees.
Didn't the nice folks at the Kennedy Center read this morning's love letter to Albert Brooks? They never gave him a dinner, as Red Buttons used to say. What about Howard Stern? Four hours of original material five days a week and - after his new cushy deal with Sirius - something like twelve weeks a year. Then again, most of what Stern has to say regarding the Kennedys generally tends to center around Teddy's imbibing, so maybe he'll have to go without the official Camelot stamp of approval.
Last year, the Kennedy Center bestowed the award to a woman, fellow SNL alumnus, Tina Fey. The only other woman ever to win was Lily Tomlin. Joan Rivers' phone must have been off the hook when they tried to call her, and they wouldn't dare give it to Lisa Lampanelli. Now there's a couple of funny broads for ya'!
In closing, there is this certain famed actor, producer, director, conductor, mime, singer, dancer, screenwriter, author, recording artist, inventor of the video assist, nightclub performer, Broadway sensation, recipient of the French Legion of Honor, winner of an Oscar door prize, humanitarian and pussycat mush who is also the National Chairman and Spokesperson for the Muscular Dystrophy Organization that makes him a nice and good person to maybe consider for a marvelous night of festive feting...actually.
Come on! Give it to Jerry, and I don't mean Mahoney!
The ceremony takes place on Oct. 23 and will be taped for later broadcast.
In the past, the prestigious Mark Twain Prize for American Humor has been bestowed upon the likes of comic legends Richard Pryor, Jonathan Winters, Lily Tomlin, Carl Reiner, George Carlin, and Steve Martin. This year's honor goes to Will Ferrell.
Don't they mean the Mark Twain Booby Prize for American Humor? Cleave in twain my head instead! Surely there must be someone more deserving of this recognition of merit. Isn't Jerry Mahoney still alive?
Will Ferrell? A Night at the Roxbury? Talladega Nights? Land of the Lost? The skit comic who works best in five-minute increments? That Will Ferrell? Alright, Old School was not without its crude charm, he held his own in Stranger than Fiction, and did Franz Liebkind justice in the musical remake of The Producers, but when pressed, I'd wager the farm that even Ferrell's mother would cough up a few more deserving honorees.
Didn't the nice folks at the Kennedy Center read this morning's love letter to Albert Brooks? They never gave him a dinner, as Red Buttons used to say. What about Howard Stern? Four hours of original material five days a week and - after his new cushy deal with Sirius - something like twelve weeks a year. Then again, most of what Stern has to say regarding the Kennedys generally tends to center around Teddy's imbibing, so maybe he'll have to go without the official Camelot stamp of approval.
Last year, the Kennedy Center bestowed the award to a woman, fellow SNL alumnus, Tina Fey. The only other woman ever to win was Lily Tomlin. Joan Rivers' phone must have been off the hook when they tried to call her, and they wouldn't dare give it to Lisa Lampanelli. Now there's a couple of funny broads for ya'!
In closing, there is this certain famed actor, producer, director, conductor, mime, singer, dancer, screenwriter, author, recording artist, inventor of the video assist, nightclub performer, Broadway sensation, recipient of the French Legion of Honor, winner of an Oscar door prize, humanitarian and pussycat mush who is also the National Chairman and Spokesperson for the Muscular Dystrophy Organization that makes him a nice and good person to maybe consider for a marvelous night of festive feting...actually.
Come on! Give it to Jerry, and I don't mean Mahoney!
The ceremony takes place on Oct. 23 and will be taped for later broadcast.