I remember going to a conference on "Rethinking New York" a few years ago, and watching 12 white males talk about the future of one of the most diverse cities in the world.
The same actors playing their ancestor-counterparts also dramatise a tale that brings the past into parallel with the present, a tale of thwarted romance, tribal fear, and sexual politics: a tale with something of the Iliad in the way the belligerent males talk themselves into doing battle with enemies over the assumed abduction of one of the womenfolk.
Of course males talk about females and sex.
Keep in mind that in some species, such as parakeets, males talk more readily than females.
Why would they use a mundane palette, stilted university settings, dozens of indistinguishable male talking heads, the worst clichés of Ken Burns photo-panning and coy, noncommittal re-creations?
I grew up without a father, and was completely fascinated by this powerful, highly articulate male talking softly to me at a time when I probably should have been in bed.
Shaffir, too, plays the unapologetic, unreconstructed, high ish -status male, talking about anal sex, high ish -statuss "weed", how he couldn't bring himalef talking sex with abouti lanaloy.
In a soap-operatic video called "Conversations Wit De Churen II: All My Churen," Kalup Linzy appears in several guises, female as well as male, talking in various dialects.
Disney Animation's Zootopia, with its bunny police officer struggling to be taken seriously in a world of stronger, mostly male talking animals, could be the feminist Toy Story, while Universal's The Secret Life of Pets should give Despicable Me's Chris Renaud the chance to prove he can keep audiences laughing when the Minions are out of town.
