I doubt Dieter would let Anthony Hopkins touch his monkey with a ten foot pole. Like the often-maligned slacker major, sketch comedy is often unfairly marked by the legions of schmoes who enter the field. Everybody knows some sexually deficient dude who derives the whole of his identity moonlighting as an understudy in Comedysportz. This arrogant, sweaty white guy may as well be out to ruin the reputation of sketch comedy and its truly competent and delightful practitioners. Similarly, the potheaded, administration-baitin', trustafarian in the sociology department totally discredits my kickin' ethnography of pornography.
People are so judgmental.
Schadenfreude, a nasty little sketch comedy group from Chicago, promises to be the good kind of sketch comedy, the kind that makes people laugh. They are based in satire, of course, and apparently have offended a fair number of people. Sometimes you have to parade around in ladies underwear to get their attention. Sometimes you have to rip a heart out to make a point. In other words, Schadenfreude promises some wicked sketches.