Who says you can’t learn anything anymore from reading the newspaper? I’m well aware that everything I need to know is online, but I like to hold the newspaper in my hands every morning and thumb through the pages to the comic strips at the end. The comics are usually the best part, even when they’re not funny, which they usually are not. I was reading the Wall Street Journal the other day when I came across the factoid that Jerry Lewis movies aren’t allowed to be played on airplanes approaching New Orleans. It an FCC rule, or an FAA rule, or an FDA rule, or a TSA rule, I can’t remember which. I suspect it’s a Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) ruling since that deals most directly with airline travel. There is a funny New Orleans, but there aren’t (m)any funny flights to New Orleans.
Jerry Lewis films are thought to be too funny(!). I would never have predicted that. There was a study, and it turns out that when old Jerry Lewis films are played on in-flight screens, the subsequent guffaws that fill the cabin raise the internal cabin pressure so that the plane’s windows can come loose and may breach at stratospheric altitudes. I wonder if Sully factored that in when he made his landing in the Hudson River.
No one has ever landed a plane in the Mississippi River or on Lake Pontchartrain, the two aqueous bodies that surround our fair city. No one would ever wish such a thing.
Who thinks Jerry Lewis is funny? Well, ya gotta admit, he didn’t mind dancing like nobody was watching. Do I like Jerry Lewis? The jig is up with that question. The answer is no. I’ve never liked Jerry Lewis. I’m more a Dean Martin fan. Jerry Lewis has a big following in France, though. In New Orleans, this most francophone of American cities, is Jerry Lewis popular?
We live in a funny New Orleans. The answer is no. I don’t know anyone who likes Jerry Lewis. Go figure.
The Broad Theater opened around the corner from our inn recently. That’s pretty cool. How many other places can you live and say, “We have a new movie theater opened around the corner?” Very few, I suspect, but we live in New Orleans, a place where the unexpected unfurls every day and you never know what you’ll find when you turn around a corner.
The Broad Theater, which has four screens and a bar (happy hour is 4-6PM) and a kitchen that hosts a different pop-up restaurant every week, opened promising art house cinema to our neighborhood. Now, I don’t know about you, but in funny New Orleans, your humble narrator (me) has seen enough quirky dysfunctional family road trips and coming-of-age stories to last me the rest of my life. The Broad Theater is striking a nice balance between Sundance fare and mainstream. Any week can tip in one direction or the other other, but overall the theater offers a good balance. Frau Schmitt and I have enjoyed films across the spectrum from mainstream (Sully) to thought provoking.
Funny New Orleans is, well, funny, and I don’t mean that it’s alway funny, ha-ha. I mean that New Orleans is like nowhere else we have ever lived. New Orleans is thought provoking.
You can cut off a limb in funny New Orleans, but the phantom pains will still linger. They won’t stop anyone from dancing like no one is watching. New Orleans is a magical city where dreams come true and laughter comes as easily as tears. When you live in New Orleans you learn to expect the unexpected and take come what may. We love where we live. You will, too.
À votre santé,
La Belle Esplanade
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Friday, October 14, 2016: It was a funny day today. Every day is an unexpected surprise, the best kind, in funny New Orleans.