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consanguinitatum · 6 months

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Theatre Deep Dive: David Tennant in 'The Real Inspector Hound/Black Comedy' (1998)

For today's dig into DT's theatre career, let's have a chat about the 1998 double-billed plays The Real Inspector Hound and Black Comedy, shall we? They're a bit special because these were the plays which introduced David to Gregory Doran. Doran was at the director's helm for both.

I have the programmes for the play's Richmond Theatre and Comedy Theatre runs...oh, and just so you know, The Comedy Theatre is now called the Harold Pinter Theatre (the theatre where David did his production of Good.) Anyway, these two photos are the front cover and the cast list from my Comedy Theatre programme:

Programme: The Real Inspector Hound/Black Comedy, The Comedy Theatre

Sadly, I'm missing the programme for the production's run at the Yvonne Arnaud Theatre -- my hunt continues! -- but I do have the programme for the play's Richmond Theatre run. I find it fascinating as well as beneficial to collect the programmes for all parts of each production's run, since many of the programme details (including such things as cast lists and the works listed in each actor's biography) can change from venue to venue. To see this in action, here are the front cover and the cast list from my Richmond Theatre programme of the production:

Programme: The Real Inspector Hound/Black Comedy, Richmond Theatre

Now back to the plays, and their particulars.

Peter Shaffer's Black Comedy and Tom Stoppard's The Real Inspector Hound were two one-act satirical plays from the 1960s with many similarities. Both were farcical and played off comic stereotypes: The Real Inspector Hound targeted theater critics and an Agatha Christie-style crime thriller, and Black Comedy aimed for one-dimensional "Clue"-like characters getting into trouble in slapstick physical comedy. Both also had five men and three women in the cast.

The production opened at the Yvonne Arnaud Theatre in Guildford for press night on 25 March 1998. It moved to the Richmond Theatre for a 7 April to 11 April 1998 run, and then to the Comedy Theatre (now the Harold Pinter) on 22 April 1998. At that venue it was extended from its initial end date of 11 July, and ran through 8 August 1998. The show ran 2 hrs and 40 minutes long: The Real Inspector Hound clocked in at 1 hr and 5 minutes, then a 20 min interval, and then Black Comedy ran 1 hr and 10 minutes.

Even though all the reviewers at the time went on and on and bloody ON about how these two plays had never been produced together, I've found that's not quite accurate. A production of the two plays was staged in 1996 by London's Millfield Theatre Company:

So to my knowledge, that's the only other time prior to Doran's production.

Anyway, Doran let the same set of actors play two different sets of comic stereotypes in two separate situations, and chose to keep both plays set in their original 1960s settings instead of bringing them into the present.

Now - on to the plays!

The first play of the evening, The Real Inspector Hound, saw David play a self-obsessed, downtrodden theatre critic named Moon. It's a play within a play - one is a parody of the Agatha Christie country-house type thriller, and the other a study in wish-fulfillment, showing how a couple of theatre critics are drawn inexorably into the play.

David Tennant as Moon in The Real Inspector Hound, 1998

Moon - along with his fellow critic Birdboot - start watching a country house thriller in order to review it. But Moon can't stop harboring murderous thoughts of his own. He's a second-rate critic, and he knows he'll never get out from under the shadow of the senior reviewer. Meanwhile, the thriller the two critics are watching starts unfolding in front of the audience's eyes, and Moon and Birdboot - who at the start of the play are behind the action - slowly keep moving towards its center. Stoppard takes the fantasy of wondering what it would be like to get up and join the action by breaking down the wall between stage and auditorium, following it through to a fatal piece of audience participation and a nightmarish conclusion.

Surreal!

David Tennant as Moon in The Real Inspector Hound, 1998

Then came the interval, and afterwards came Black Comedy. Shaffer titled it after its clever and unique contrivance: the stage is fully lit to see characters when they're "in the dark," and the stage goes dark when the action is supposed to take place in normal light. So when the curtains open the stage is cloaked in darkness, and when the characters talk about a party they're about to give and then mention a blown fuse, the stage lights go on. But for the ~characters~ it's now dark, so they begin to fumble and feel their way about. Very clever indeed!

David played Brindsley Miller, a young beatnik sculptor living in a flat in South Kensington. Brindsley had "borrowed" a lot of posh art and furniture from a gay neighbor who'd went on holiday and placed it in his own flat in order to impress both the deaf German millionaire who wishes to look at his work and his fiancee Carol's father, the Colonel, who'll he'll be meeting for the first time. But Brindsley's web of deception begins to catch up to him when his neighbor returns home early and joins the party.

David Tennant as Brindsley in Black Comedy, 1998

Poor old Brindsley has to return everything he borrowed...without anyone knowing. In the dark! But then it gets worse. The longtime girlfriend Brindsley recently broke up with (but is still in love with) walks in. And his gay neighbor, Brindsley learns, is also in love with him! And soon a spinster drinking herself silly, a man from the electricity board, and the aforementioned deaf German millionaire join the party. And everyone is jealous. And there are a lot of tantrums.

And Brindsley gets his ear twisted.

David Tennant as Brindsley in Black Comedy, 1998

David - and the plays - got a slew of positive reviews! Black Comedy's breakneck pacing, near-misses and pratfalls made it a perfect vehicle for David's athletic and comedic acting. For his role as Brindsley, David was called "for all the world a young Davy Jones in his two-tone suit."

David Tennant as Brindsley in Black Comedy, 1998

Other reviewers said David had "all the sweaty desperation of the farceur," was "splendidly agile," and offered "a virtuoso demonstration of physical farce-playing." Yet another reviewer said, "No one works harder than David Tennant…this is inspired clowning as he fumbles his way about spreading confusion all around." And one even went so far as to say David was highly promising and "strongly recalled Michael Crawford, who played the role on Broadway, as the hapless and increasingly hysterical Brindsley."

For his role as Moon in The Real Inspector Hound, David was "particularly fine, all slumped angular embitterment as the aggrieved second-string critic." Another said the role was "beguilingly and plausibly played," and another that he "shin[ed] as the ever more deranged Moon."

I wish I could've seen these. As far as I know, no recordings of this production (video or audio) were ever made. *sigh*

And that, my friends, is a wrap!

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hoes4dylanobrien · 2 years

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My Brief, Honest Review of NotOkay

After waiting so long to see the movie, it lived up to the hype.

It was different than what I was expecting: funny, check, and social commentary, most certainly. But it surprised me by how much it really touched me.

It made me laugh.

It made me uncomfortable.

It made me sad: at the heart of it, Danni was really just a very lonely person, and that was something I could empathize with.

It also alluded to so many frankly disgusting facets of modern culture popularized by American culture.

Fakeness of influencers

Homelessness

Blaming Mental Illness

Desensitized to violence

The need to publicly vilify (hypocrisy)

...to name a few, among others

The fantastic acting by Dylan O’Brien, Mia Isaac, and Zoey Deutch in particular, were undeniable. I found myself forgetting Zoey’s character Danni Sanders was actually the villain in this story!

I liked that there was no happy ending. That kept it realistic and raw.

Did Danni Sanders actually learn anything from it all? The way she faded into the darkness in the final scene was brilliantly done, and answered the question:

I’d really like to think so, and honestly, I believe she did. In the ending I saw she was able to finally recognize that her forgiveness was not more important than Rowan’s pain and healing, and that this moment was hers and hers alone, and she had no business stealing another piece of hers.

But in the end, Danni was right back where she started:

Unknown and insignificant.

Alone.

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dantheport · 1 year

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Here’s a Legend of Zelda fanfic I wrote called Under The Clock Tower about Link trying to find his way home to Hyrule from Termina as Clock Town strains under the weight of its demise.

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allenzaki · 1 year

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midwestmunster · 11 months

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Nicci K in To Die For (1995)

#90s nostalgia #iconic #aesthetic #horror #nicole kidman #joaquin phoenix #matt dillon #90s #gus van sant #blackcomedy

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tabney2023 · 1 year

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coyoteskenning · 1 year

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Chapter 3: Hit and Run

Anna floored it.

"Do you think Nixon has a reincarnation?"

"What?"

"Richard Milhaus Nixon, 37th president of-"

"No I know who Nixon is."

Anna scowled at the GPS mounted on the windscreen.

"Then-"

"I don't think anybody admires Nixon enough to want to be him. Red, this road look right to you?"

Red pulled the phone from its cradle and let their eyes trace over the map displayed on its screen.

Their nose was still broken, and their face covered in bruises; they didn't let it show, but they felt like shit.

"This address doesn't look right. I think you fucked up the zip code."

Anna looked out of the window at the desert landscape pouring by. "Who even gets fucking mail out here? I mean, is it coming on a fucking horse?"

"You know we're in a car right?"

The cool automated voice came from Anna's phone as Red finished keying in the correct address. "ROUTE RECALCULATING."

They remounted it on the windscreen.

"Should be right now."

"Shit, I mean, it's all gotta be wackjob Mormons out here, right?"

"Better than a wackjob Satanist?"

"No I - shut the fuck up. I mean, I don't wanna get shot at if we pull up. They'll probably think we're tax collectors or something."

Red looked out at the blank road ahead of them. There was no other cars on the road. No buildings. Nothing but the car, two girlfriends, and desolate wastes as far as the eye could see. It was kind of pretty, though. Put them in mind of Mars.

"Do you think the IRS hires sexy trans people now?"

"Get chasers to open the door more, right?"

"How often would that really be a factor?"

"More often than you'd think-"

They hit a cattle grid; Boleskine whirred for a second as the entire body shook, and Red swore and dropped their phone.

"Slow down!" They said, scrabbling to the side of their chair for it.

"No." Anna put her foot down, changed gears; watched the speed needle twitch up a few more gradings. "I wanna get here before the sun goes down."

"It's 3pm!"

Anna jabbed a finger at the phone. "2 hour drive to your destination."

"Have you actually checked to make sure that he's still there?"

"No, you check. I'm driving."

Red managed to retrieve their phone, looked at the incarnate app. "Oooh."

"What?"

"oooooh-"

"Fucking what?! What is it?!'

"5 miles from your destination."

"What?!"

Anna grabbed the phone out of Red's hand. "Give me- What? How- the address was right like, an hour ago!"

"He's travelled 2 hours in one?" Red raised an eyebrow.

Anna looked at the map. "I guess he could have driven across the lake? That'd cut it down."

"Or teleported?"

"Neither of those were in the spec, anyway."

"Slow down, he might be waiting by the side of the road or something."

"What, he'll flag us down?"

"Yeah."

Red looked at the road. "Like, you know Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas-"

"We're not high."

"Could be."

"What?"

"Idk, send an @ to of the guys I know in the discord, ask if he wants to bring us some-"

"We're in the middle of nowhere!"

Anna vaguely waved a hand around. "That app had him miles off the road, I hope you know I'm not pulling off and getting stuck."

"Well we can't DM him because he's not in the server, so what?"

"Look, just keep a look out. I'll keep my eyes on the road, you look for any...fucking, hitchhikers or whatever."

There was a silence for a few minutes, filled only by the GPS occassionally chiming in to helpfully remind them to continue driving on the only road for miles.

"I mean, Nixon won 49 states, right?"

"That election was rigged."

"But no he had popular support. I mean, there was even the old bumper sticker, right?"

"What?"

"Don't blame me, I'm from Massachussets. Because it was the only state that didn't-"

"Look, even if he had admirers in fucking, 1973 or whatever-"

"72 dumbass"

"1972, he doesn't now! And besides, even if you look up to a guy, doesn't mean you want to be him."

Anna looked at Red. "I mean, Nixon was pretty miserable, right?"

"I've seen people 'carn as people who fucking killed themselves!"

"Yeah but. Like. Not in a sexy way."

"Speak for yourself." Red held up a pic of Nixon on their phone. "I'd fuck those cheeks."

"Why-why did you have that pic saved-"

"Seems self evident."

"Also, did you just say carn?"

"Yeah. I'm inventing new slang. I'm on the forefront of things. I'm an influencer-"

"Shut up. It's incarnate. That's already a shortening of reincarnate, you are not shortening it further to fucking - Italian food-"

"That's carne, dumbass."

"Same root! Meat, flesh, et cet!"

"Et cet? Who's the one shortening words now-"

Another cattle grate, another Red phone drop.

"I said slow down!"

"Look, if we pass a guy, I'll turn round! There's no cops round here!"

"This road isn't wide enough, dumbass. You'll get stuck!"

Anna moaned. "I need a cigarette."

"Well, pull over if you're gonna get one. I'm not ending up in some sand dune-"

"This isn't that kind of desert. Dumbass." She imitated Red's tone on the last word.

Red stuck out their pierced tongue at Anna, who struggled not to break into a smirk.

"Made you laugh."

"Did not."

"Would you clap Nixon's cheeks?"

"You clapped L Ron Hubbard's cheeks!"

"Damn right! And I'd fucking do it again. Answer the question."

"If we meet a reincarnation of Nixon are you gonna fuck him?"

"Well now that you've said that, I have to."

Anna started corpsing. "He'd be racist!"

"Hot."

"GOP voter!"

"Hot."

"Probably transphobic!"

"Ooh, hot. I hope he calls me a bull dyke-"

There was a loud thud as the car hit the child running out in front of it, hurling his body across the hood and shattering his frame against the tarmac behind.

"FUCK!"

"What the-"

"PULL OVER PULL OVER PULL OVER-"

"I'm trying to!!"

Anna hit the brakes and swung the wheel; as Red has predicted, it hit the edge of the road, and came to a messy, juddering stop.

Annabelle Boleskine in neutral and peered at the spiderweb patterns on the shattered windscreen as Red frantically tore off their seatbelt, kicked open the door, and sprinted back down the highway towards the bloodied body lying in their wake.

It was a kid, as the size of the figure ragdolling across the chassis had made clear seconds ago; maybe 10 or 11 years old. He was Latino, with dark skin and hair, neck broken and scalp split open in five places to show red and white of skull. Blood was weeping out of every orifice; his twisted posture held one arm below him on the wet tarmac, another stretched out in a motionless claw on the road. He wasn't breathing.

"He's dead! ANNA! YOU FUCKING KILLED A KID-"

Anna came, at a slower pace, stomping along. Her face was coldset, but she was pale, and her hands were fumbling at her bag for cigarettes.

"CPR." Her voice was quiet. "Can we-"

"Fucking look at him! CPR? He doesn't have a fucking ribcage! He looks like a-"

"Shut up! Shut up. Look-" Anna knelt besides the body. She felt for a pulse. Nothing. His eyes were closed, already starting to bruise livid where his face had slammed into the tarmac.

"He jumped in front." She said, quietly, not looking at Red.

"What?! No! You hit him! You were going at 90mph and not looking you fucking hit him! You killed a fucking kid, Anna!" Red was starting to tear up. "What are we going to do?!"

Anna pressed the back of her hand, now obviously shaking, into his cheek. She didn't seem to know what she was doing.

"Anna you -" Red's voice caught. "You can't heal him."

"He - I -" Anna fought to regain her composure, then when she next spoke, she was cooly measured again. "I had my eyes on the road. He jumped out. I saw him. You didn't-"

"Anna..." Red stared with hollow eyes. "You.."

They were both interrupted, with a start, by a wheeze from the child.

Anna jumped back in horror, and landed on her butt on the road as she let out a little cry. Her eyes were wide as she watched him start to twitch, and move.

Air was dragged, with a horrible ragged sound, into ruined lungs. Torn muscles tried to pull on shattered bones. The head writhed on a broken neck.

"Fuck! Fuck, he's still alive?!"

"I didn't- I didn't- heal-"

Anna was trembling harder now.

Red heard that last word, and looked closer. They saw what was happening before Anna did.

Beneath the boy's skin, bones were moving. His skeleton was reassembling; knitting itself back together. Ribs that had visibly punched through skin on a blood-soaked shirt sank back down like control rods into the diagraphm, that began to pump as the heart beat strongly. Seeping blood stopped, and cuts closed. His breathing, at first gasping and gurgling from a throat filled with froth, become desperately alive. His hands scrabbled at the ground, eyes still closed as his unconscious body began to pull itself back together.

"We. Are. So. So. Lucky."

Anna, trembling, managed to claw the cigarette packet from the handbag. "Is that- him then? The- healer?"

"Oh shit, yeah. Let me look, one sec."

Turning away - with relish, frankly - from the spasming, gasping little boy, eyes now open but unseeing, neck agonisingly bending back into place, starting to moan between gasps as vertebrae repaired themselves, Red jogged back to the car, and retrieved their phone.

The dot matched up perfectly with the child; they watched the blue dot, representing them, drift over across the greyish representation of the road, and overlap with the pulsing orange incarnated dot as they moved back to Anna and him.

He let out a scream of pain, head bending back as his spine arced. He cried out in Spanish, rolled over into the foetal position, spasming as the last of his wounds healed.

"What is he-" Red started.

"I don't-"

"It...didn't....work..!" The boy's voice came, in English this time.

"What-"

"Oh, so did he really..." Red looked sheepishly at Anna, who didn't look comforted. "Sorry."

"It didn't work!" He screamed, burying his face in his hands as he achieved full mobility. He barely seemed aware that they were there.

"Hey, kid. You...did you...are you ok?" Red tried.

He moaned something in Spanish.

"Do you know what that means?"

"I don't speak Spanish!" Anna snapped. She stood up, her hands now still enough to pull a cigarette from the packet. She put it in her mouth, and moved to put the packet away and retrieve her lighter.

The boy moaned, and suddenly reached out, grabbing at Anna's boot with a bloody hand.

Anna gasped, and instinctively jumped back, out of his reach. Red moved forwards in response, taking his hand in theirs as he mumbled something incomprehensible.

Anna ran the back of a troubled hand through her hair, box still gripped in its palm, and moved to get the lighter for the cigarette in her mouth...before her eyes focused inwards and down on it, and widened. Her lips fell open, and the not-a-cigarette plopped out, and fell to the floor. The box fell from her other hand, hit the ground, and spilled its contents.

Matchsticks.

A single matchstick, that had been a cigarette about ten seconds before, was laying on the ground, still wet from her mouth. About a hundred matchsticks had fallen out of the clearly marked cigarette box, that had been full of cigarettes about twenty seconds before.

Anna stared, eyes wide, as Red turned to look, kneeling by the boy's side, one hand knitted with his left, the other on his hair, and saw. Saw her goth girlfriend, gaping open-mouthed, at a spill of matchsticks on the road.

"He-"

"I don't..." The boy managed, weakly, eyes closed. His forehead was pressed against Red's cool hand. "I don't like...smoking..."

Anna's eyes were still wide as saucers. "Who is he.." She said, in a low voice.

"Kid. Kid. Who...who are you incarnated from?"

No response but a weak cough, and a gasp of pain as a result. A little blood trickled over his chin, from a still unhealed cut just under his lip.

Red, keeping one hand on the barely conscious boy's face, picked up one of the matchsticks. They examined it in awe.

"Transfiguration...healing of self and others...fast travel...who's that?"

Anna shook an unknowing head. She was starting to collect herself, although she kept making mournful glances at the lost box of former cigarettes.

"I don't know either, but some pretty major medic I'd bet, or something." Red looked down at the boy. "Hey kid, you're pretty powerful." They playfully slapped his chest; he cried out, and they cringed. "Sorry, sorry."

"Red...your face..."

"Huh?" Red touched their face, their fingertips soaked red from his bleeding. No bruises. No broken nose. They twisted their shoulder, so recently painfully reset. Nothing.

"Man...that's something, huh?"

They looked down at the boy, who seemed to have drifted back into unconsciousness, head pressed against Red's side.

"Well, if he won't tell us..." Red took out their phone, clicked through. Tapped out a few lines of code, then gently pressed the boy's limp thumb to the screen.

"I mean, do you wanna take bets?" They said, as the progress bar rolled on the screen.

"Not in the mood."

"No, c'mon! I mean...maybe he's fucking, carn of Jonas Salk or something."

"Jonas Salk could turn cigarettes into matchsticks?"

"Well, I dunno. Representation of better public health, I guess? You know how weird these things can be sometimes. Probably some famous doc, like I sai-"

Red froze, mid-expression, looking at the screen.

"What?"

"..."

"Who is it?"

"......"

"Red, tell me-"

"Jesus. Fucking. Christ."

"What? C'mon, who is it?"

"I just told you..."

There was a long silence.

Anna grabbed the phone from Red, then stared at it with wild eyes.

She took a second to read the name of the person the boy was the reincarnation was, then dropped the phone, and ran.

#blackcomedy #action #literature #indieauthor #fantasy #newweird #serial novel #nonbinary #transgirl #trans #queer #aleister crowley #jack parsons #reincarnation #car chase #goth #urban fantasy #religious horror

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dreamysleep · 3 days

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Singapore Sci-Fi - Chapter 15 - Naomi (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1418249321-singapore-sci-fi-chapter-15-naomi?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=laurapuffycloud Genesis, an interdimensional wyorm, wants nothing more than to take over the human race to avenge the death of her Uncle Amair. Yet she finds herself overwhelmed in Singapore where she runs into her ex and very hot Korean actor. Axel, child of Prince Theo of Emgralore, will do anything to avenge Arkethia's thirst for power and eventual destroying of worlds. With the help of a motley crew of time-traveling teenagers, they will do their best to rid Queen Naomi of her illness. Together these two inter-dimensional monsters must do everything they can to stop the multiverse from falling to pieces.

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kingtomas89 · 6 months

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Failure!, written and directed by Alex Kahuam, follows James (Ted Raimi) as he must make a decision whether he wants to support his living family or uphold his father's legacy.

This film looks DOPE! I can't wait to see this thriller!!!! Where can we see it?!!!!

There was a TUBI movie called "Dante's Hotel" it was GARBAGE!

TED RAIMI DESERVES BETTER!!!! This movie looks with A LOT of quality. I really hope he makes more dramas and less shitty B-C Horror movies like the Tubi one. That was disaster.

#tedraimi #raimi #samraimi #thriller #crimer #blackcomedy #onetake #alexkahuam #brucecampbell #henrieta #evildead #evildead2 #horror #drama #mystery #suspense #movie

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hoes4dylanobrien · 2 years

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The Fun Parts (A More Informal Review of NotOkay)

Oh ya, I should prob mention #spoilers

Colin being a reverse SexGod (he’d still have me at his beck and call, tho)

Kelvin: “White Women, Amiright?”

Danni and Rowan blasting Avril Lavigne’s ‘Complicated’

Danni’s guinea pig and their luscious hair

Danni actually being a good writer, even if she appropriated half of it

The support group’s heartwarming team game

Bushwick NYC references

Danni’s dad crying incoherently when he thought she could’ve died

Danni being high AF

Danni’s motherfuckin’ shorts during sex!!!! lmaooo

Colin being unable to light his own joint

Harper to Colin: “You’re from Maine” And Colin simultaneously switching up his accent mid-sentence

Colin being unable to remember anything that doesn’t have to do with him and #thegram

(To add onto the earlier reverse sex god comment) Colin ejaculating in 3 seconds flat

Colin being generally oblivious (was waiting for him to call her out but it never came!)

Colin’s handle weedboi

Colin ‘K’ing Danni

Kendall Jenner roasts (esp the ‘reserved seat’ at the second support group about internet shame)

The clothes (honestly, I want some full outfit recs y’all!)

Danni thinking she can get away with not being spotted because she puts a hat on (wonder who she got that from...?? *cough* lookin at you, Cap *cough cough*)

Me being angry this was not a series because I need more #Colin and NotOkay in my life

#notokay #not okay #film #review #funny #spoof #satire #blackcomedy #comedy #spoilers

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allenzaki · 1 year

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🏆 HUMOR MILL COMEDY AWARDS 🏆 TONY ROBERTS @tonytroberts will co-host the 1st Annual @humor_mill Comedy Awards with Chris Spencer, Feb 21st @ the DGA in Hollywood. 📸 @allenzaki #HMCA #HMCA2023 #humormillcomedyawards #laugh #comedyawards #humormilltv #bestincomedy #sketchcomedy #chrisspencer #tonyroberts #juhahnjones #blackcomedy #blackhistorymonth #funny #comedy (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Coyt0ZNOokf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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