comedy

El Chavo Del Ocho as a Musical Comedy?

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The orginal cast of 'El Chavo Del Ocho.'

You know that saying “if ain’t broken, don’t fix it”?  I can’t help but think that when I think about this new take on the mega-international-hit-series ‘El Chavo Del Ocho.’  No es por nada, but the original show has been such a longstanding success for a reason.  We love the original characters and their original antics, on the original set, and with the original actors.  You can’t duplicate that.

If you could, someone would have certainly done so by now.  So while this new ‘musical comedy,’ which is slated to open in Chicago first as a trial run for US audiences, is being coordinated by Chespirito’s son Roberto Gomez Fernandez, I’m not really too excited about the concept.  Maybe it’s just me, but I’m perfectly happy watching reruns of the original series online or on the tube.  They still run episodes of ‘El Chavo Del Ocho’ all the time here.

Anyhow, the stage show will not include any of the original actors, has already toured Mexico and Central America, and depending on how audiences’ respond to it in Chicago, may be extended to other cities across the United States.

¿Cómo lo ven?  

Burradas: “Blonde Moments” by Los Metiches

Burrada – dicho o acción torpe, brutal.

They’re called burradas because they are things we all do without thinking.  Things that might embarrass us or even make us feel pretty clueless for a couple of seconds.  Sort of like blonde moments – we all have them regardless of what color our roots might actually be, and they’re just pretty hilarious.  So take a look at some of our best blonde moments caught on video.

I still say I make/have fewer burradas!

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kw6QIJmZfhE]

La Vergüenza de Mi Primer Carrito: Viejo y Feo, Pero…

Okay, it wasn't nearly this bad... but it felt pretty close back then

“When the bell rings you better hurry up and make it to the car.  If you’re not there by the time I get there, I’m leaving you!”  That was the constant threat to my younger brother when we’d get to school in the mornings… that is when I wasn’t trying to get him to skip with me just to drive over to Burger King for a breakfast croissant.  I know, por eso estabamos como estabamos, but those little sandwiches of egg, melted cheese and ham were delicious.  My mouth still waters thinking about them.

I never actually had the nerve to leave him behind, however.

The bell would ring and we’d both race to the car like our lives literally depended on it.  We didn’t have time to talk to anyone, say goodbye, or take our time walking to our car like everyone else.  Whatever corner of the school we were in, we’d power walk, sometimes run, as fast as we could, which in reality was more like hobbling, with our jumbo-sized backpacks stuffed full of books – we were both a little nerdy even though neither one of us would have admitted it back then – and try to make it across the street from Eisenhower High School to the apartment complex next door where we’d park our car every morning before going to class.  They had an open parking lot that wasn’t gated and after so many months of our old beat up car being parked there the management probably just assumed it was one of the tenants.  It wasn’t, but it sure did make our lives a whole lot easier.

If we didn’t make it to the car in time, we’d stand against the railing of the nearest stairs, the ones leading to the upstairs apartments, throw our backpacks on the ground, behind the bushes on either side, and pretend we were just chilling, waiting for someone to come by, or just watching the school buses to pass by.  A few times we even waved into the air like someone in one of those yellow buses was actually acknowledging us, saying goodbye back.

Me:  “Laugh… pretend like you’re laughing!”

Him:  “For what?”

Me:  “Just do it… hurry up!”

The school buses had to pass directly in front of where our car was parked in order to exit the school campus and they were all tall enough to let their passengers, our schoolmates, peer directly over the six foot high wooden fence that shielded our vergüenza de carro from them, and the rest of the kids in their own one-solid-color-cars, when they weren’t riding so high above the ground.  What was worse was when we’d make it to the car, jump inside of it, and turn it on, just to see the first school bus driving by in front of us.  We couldn’t get out of the car and run to the stair railings anymore – there wasn’t enough time – so we’d just sink down into the seats as low as we possibly could and laugh our asses off.  All of the drama about the car was really an adrenaline rush.

The car itself was really quite the loyal little carcachita. My eldest sister had bought it for herself after high school and had fully paid it off before she gave it to me.  That’s right, gave it to me!  I didn’t pay her one single penny for the ride even though it was the first car she ever owned and I knew it was always going to be a little special to her.  The hood was a rusted dark blue, the driver’s side door an almost forest green color that looked faded and old, and the rest of the car was a creamy, very light green, almost like a lemon meringue tone that I had always admired… even when the car was not yet mine.  It was a Pontiac, four door sedan, that couldn’t have been younger than a 1991 model, but it got us where we needed to go and it left us both with so many cherished memories in that car.

I was so embarrassed and ashamed in those days that I never properly thanked my sister for the ride.  Thanks, Lola!  For letting me have your car and for giving me this story to tell. Maybe one day I can return the favor.

Bloopers, ‘Cepillo’ Interview and More Bloopers: Juan & Anjelica

Married people behaving badly.

This video started out as a joke.  My wife and I had been talking about maybe doing a vlog together.  She has the editing system… a little bit more sophisticated than what I have been using, mostly FlipShare and YouTube, and she wanted to show me what Windows Movie Maker could do.

We hadn’t agreed on any subject or concept for the vlog and just decided to go for it.  The interview, with cepillo for a mic and all, is a little difficult to understand because we tried using a cell phone and a laptop to add our own soundtrack, but the Bloopers are well worth the wait, LOL!  Anyhow, I hope you enjoy.

It was all in good fun, and I am now a fan of Windows Movie Maker as well.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eXJ4MPuFas]

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