Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Love that Creep

 The #1 grand Teton supreme of creep is John Waters, and of course I say that in the most complimentary way.  We worship Waters, and have poured over his incredible, detailed, and hilarious films so many times it has made us sick.  Waters is a visionary, and a stupendous storyteller, and has a hand for the best creepiness out there, and to this day he has not been surpassed in his industry.

Creepy things are a mainstay in our lives.  We thrive on horror films, spooky tales from the medical industry, campy gore, and the like.  We consider ourselves to be fairly creepy in nature, and we find ourselves drawn to characters of the same ilk, fictional or not.
 Another classic brooder and creep fan is Harold, of the cult romance Harold and Maude.  Crashing funerals, driving a hearse and playing the banjo?  where do I sign?
Ever-appealing and highly adorable Aziz Ansari borders on creep to some extent in his humor.  His character Raaaaaaaandy is a creep with confidence, and in being so he is fucking hilarious, and curiously likeable.  Creepy can be so cute.
creep comic king Edward Gorey
 Our very, very, very favorite television show is Tim and Eric, Awesome Show, Great Job, and it is creepy as they come, and all the better for it.  If you are into male teats gags, spit-up, spoiled meat and public access television to name a few, this is the show for you!
 A similar form of comedy can be found within the Lonely Island group - Andy Samberg, Akiva Schaffer, and Jorma Taccone.  There is little more humbling and appealing than a person willing to humiliate or insult themselves for the sake of a laugh.
Vincent Kartheiser
 The grandfather of creeper tales could well be pinned at Lolita.  Where there is a Lolita, there is a Creeper, and both are surprisingly mutually attracted to one another.
I love Woody Allen, and a large portion of why is that he is so very nebbish and lurking.  He recently amped up the creep by marrying his adopted daughter, Soon Ji.
Judah Freidlander in his signature look of beardy-hat-glasses, carefully cultivated creep look for the sake of comedic efficiency

Lady Gaga may be the grandmother of pop, but Groucho Marx is the grandfather of creepy comedians.  If ever there was a man to be mackin extensively on any lady around, you know it was Groucho.
If I was any closer to ya I'd be behind ya.
Do you deny it?
This creeper is my favorite, but unfortunately he gets pinned soley as the bad kind.  I LOVE Paul Reubens, regardless of what anyone has to say about him.  He is a comedic genius and I am thrilled to see his career continue to flourish, even after his tabloid hysteria.
BC/HF has a post in the works devoted entirely to how insanely attracted we are to Malcolm Macdowell's portrayal of Alexander DeLarge.  That is how much we adore this very sexy, very creepy man.
A lot of modern comedy embraces the creepy underdog, a character we love to see time and again.  Micheal Cera has holed himself up in mumbly creeperdom, along with Zach Galifinakis, Rainn Wilson, and many other hilarious and creepy individuals.
Jaes Franco is a very conventionally handsome actor - not something we dig here at BC/HF.  However, his portrayal of the goofy, stringy-haired Saul Silver in Rogen and Greenberg's cinematic gem Pineapple Express totally changed the way I thought about him, and he became all the more likeable when it was disclosed just how creepy he could be.
 A classic example of a loveable creeper boy is Edward Scissorhands.  It didn't take long for the pastel california community of the film to warm up to his mechanical hands and pasty visage.  Needless to say, the ladies were all over him like white on rice, or white on Johnny Depp's face, or anything on Johnny Depp's face.
 We can't leave out the movie that brought creepy into the main stream, nor the creeoiest character in said film, Richard O'Brian as Riff Raff in his own adaptation of Rocky Horror Picture show.  Don't think we don't get squealy about elbow sex.  As Eric Wareheim might say, "Damn, I wish he was MY brother."

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