Saturday, November 22, 2008

So here's quite a thing. Let us talk about it for a few minutes, shall we?

Apparently, the Oxford Imps have not impressed Sian Cox-Brooker, as well as the nameless many who would doubt our reputation as the most talented bunch of frustrated thesps. That is, of course, fine - the sold out show we performed last week (and all other weeks) leads me to believe someone is enjoying what we do. However, I can only assume that while I saw them laugh frequently, they failed to laugh largely, thus allowing the laughs to be smaller than our swollen egos.

But I do need to be clear about something. Do people doubt we are frustrated thesps, or do people doubt we actually have any talent? Because I do doubt the former myself - most of the group aren't interested in performing drama outside of our comedy show (which has always left me feeling the exact opposite of frustrated) while the few that do are incredibly successful within the Oxford scene.

So it must be that we aren't all that talented, a flaw we apparently blame on our audiences. I have been an Imp for four years now. We have blamed audiences for giving unimaginative suggestions. We have blamed audiences for encouraging cheap and easy sex gags. We have never blamed an audience for a bad show. We blame ourselves for not being funny. We blame ourselves for being funny but not being good. We even blame ourselves when we are both good and funny, but not as much of either as we hope to be. Anyone who has ever sat through our post-show analysis will quickly realise we are our own harshest critics. Suggesting otherwise is as inaccurate as it is mean-spirited.

Thankfully, of course, the Revue are close by to show us how to do things, in the sense that while they are the same idea as the Imps, they perform an entirely different form of comedy. They write a scripted show once every four months. We make up two hours of comedy every week. So you can see how might lack ambition. If only we could make less comedy with more of a safety net. Of course, they are infinitely times funnier, so that's measurable at least.

Do not mistake this for an attack on the Revue, who I happen to respect and have defended from charges of mediocrity a number of times today alone. I just want to point out where this article may have drifted slightly astray from the small matters of truth and reality. I can't help that the writer may not like the show, and would listen and agree with anyone who wanted to point out which specific bits of comedy failed. But I do expect a little more research and specificity if we are going to be so strongly criticised. She could, for instance, have emailed hannah@oxfordimps.com - if only to check who is now in charge of auditions.

2 comments:

Dave said...

Cherwell
Email chiefegotist@cherwell.org if you have nothing better to do with your life

Performance value: 2
Friendliness: 2
Next big thing? 1


The Cherwell is not unlike The Sunday Times in that both are weekly newspapers. The Sunday times, however can be estimated to be infinitely times better on the grounds of costing £2 versus being free. Or on the grounds of being read by 1.2 million people versus... virtually no one. Not even the editorial staff some weeks, to judge by the quality of writing.

The sheer amount of paper used to print so many unread copies is probably solely responsible for global warming. Luckily, with credit as thoroughly crunchy as it is at present, some hard-pressed students will surely start to use The Cherwell as a food source in the weeks ahead. Or save themselves some time and just flush it straight down the toilet.

Craig said...

Oh Dave. You warm my heart.

Many of the Imps have added her on Facebook. Maybe turn that friendliness score into a 6.