I saw a troupe at the circus in Brasil growing up (well after the 3 Stooges, I’m not that old), and the vibe very much was mean-spirited like you described in the first post, not the Bozo Show kiddie version you’re talking about here.
I preferred the elephant kicking soccer balls into the crowd, she boomed the shit out of those little suckers.
Yeah, the Whiteface is a sort of archetype that can be off-putting if done wrong.
Look at modern comedians who often follow the clown archetypes, if loosely. George Carlin was a prime example of the Whiteface. He pointed at a wrong in the world, and people laughed at it.
Robin Williams was an Auguste. He took pratfalls, he had zany antics, pure physical comedy matched with rapier wit. You laughed at him as often as you laughed at something he said about someone else.
There’s also a third archetype, mostly American in the clown world, the Tramp. These guys are like the Auguste in that they’re the butt of the joke, but unlike the Auguste, they never have a moment where they win. They’re the downtrodden, the bumbling idiots who never suceed in pointing and laughing, only at being pointed at. The trope is the life so bad that it’s funny.
Another piece of media to really understand clowns is the play, Waiting for Godot. You can find versions of it on Youtube, and the Internet Archive. It’s a darkly funny play that is actually a clown show pretending to be a play. It’s surreal and kind of fucked up, but in a good way.
I saw a troupe at the circus in Brasil growing up (well after the 3 Stooges, I’m not that old), and the vibe very much was mean-spirited like you described in the first post, not the Bozo Show kiddie version you’re talking about here.
I preferred the elephant kicking soccer balls into the crowd, she boomed the shit out of those little suckers.
Yeah, the Whiteface is a sort of archetype that can be off-putting if done wrong.
Look at modern comedians who often follow the clown archetypes, if loosely. George Carlin was a prime example of the Whiteface. He pointed at a wrong in the world, and people laughed at it.
Robin Williams was an Auguste. He took pratfalls, he had zany antics, pure physical comedy matched with rapier wit. You laughed at him as often as you laughed at something he said about someone else.
There’s also a third archetype, mostly American in the clown world, the Tramp. These guys are like the Auguste in that they’re the butt of the joke, but unlike the Auguste, they never have a moment where they win. They’re the downtrodden, the bumbling idiots who never suceed in pointing and laughing, only at being pointed at. The trope is the life so bad that it’s funny.
Another piece of media to really understand clowns is the play, Waiting for Godot. You can find versions of it on Youtube, and the Internet Archive. It’s a darkly funny play that is actually a clown show pretending to be a play. It’s surreal and kind of fucked up, but in a good way.