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A bit old, but Seinfeld was a crock of dried up white dogshite. It was supposed to be comic gold. Aye well. I don't know how thick you had to be to be unable to see the jokes coming. They played it like this:Set up a scene with some obvious comedic premise (e.g. Whether Seinfeld's amply endowed new girlfriend's tits were plastic or not)Serve the set-up line in as laboured a way as possible. (Friends all telling him that they were plastic, and because she was a pain in the arse in every other way, he should dump her.)Point out that the punch line was coming, lumbering over the f**king hill like a Diplodocus with a broken leg carrying a skyscraper on its back with a big f**king neon sign at the top flashing "HERE COMES THE PUNCHLINE" (Seinfeld agonising after dumping her that maybe her tits were real.)Delivery of punchline with as much aplomb as said herbivorous Goliath farting. (Seinfeld finds out that her tits were real.)Laugh? Did I f**k.
Probably more controversial is my dislike of......Motown! It's recycled one beat, new lyrics put to old tunes, same backing band producing an underwater speakers sound makes my teeth itch.