Towards the end of Hasan Minhajโs new Netflix special The Kingโs Jester, thereโs an extended bit that plays out as a conversation between the comedian and โSamโ, purportedly Netflixโs lawyer-in-chief. The routine is about how Minhaj dodges a potential defamation suit filed by Randall Smith, the CEO of Alden Capital, a so-called โvulture fundโ: called that because of their modus operandi of acquiring local news channels, firing almost everybody, and then flipping the asset for a handy profit. You know that the comedic landscape has changed significantly when the loudest cheer in a show is reserved for a line like โAllow me to explain to you the jurisprudence of jokesโ.
The Kingโs Jester, the follow-up to his widely acclaimed and popular special Homecoming King, is an expertly crafted hour of whatโs affectionately called โPowerpoint comedyโ by Minhaj at one point (referring to the comedianโs signature style of using a revolving LED backdrop of news clips, personal photographs and social media pages). The bulky 40-minute midsection focuses on the trials and tribulations of running a popular news comedy show (Patriot Act)โthe behind-the-scenes stuff, moments when the comedy intersected with some decidedly grim real-life incidents. This is book-ended by 10-12-minute โcutawaysโ which focus on Minhajโs personal life: him and his wife struggling to conceive, the challenges of fatherhood and so on.
And while the jokes about Patriot Act are goodโwell-written and well-delivered for the most partโitโs the familial stuff that Minhaj excels at. These are the kinds of gags that come naturally to him. Here, for example, is what he said about his newborn daughter, describing the moment he held her in his arms for the first time.
โDo you know how I knew my daughter was Indian? Because she wouldnโt stop staring at me. Iโm like, woah, youโre one of us. You have no respect for personal boundaries!โ
Or where he whips out the โMotel Patel Cartelโ joke, which is the kind of extended joke that desi uncles everywhere have appreciated, and probably cracked some variant of themselves. As an aside, the phrase Motel Patel Cartel itself is not new. I myself came across it in childhood, in the pages of a childrenโs magazine called Wisdom, which sought to educate kids about important things: yโknow, capitals of Latin American countries, which brown person did what where and so on.
โBeena my wife, sheโs a motel Patel. That shit runs deep. For centuries weโve been debating; Indians, Asians, Jews, who is the cheapest of them all? But only Gujarati Indians would think of a family business that you can live in. If youโve stayed at a La Quinta Inn, a Hampton Inn, a Quality Inn, a Comfort Inn, a Super 8, youโve been supporting this Patel cartel. Theyโre all from one part of India and theyโre all related. I mean, Beenaโs got 961 cousinsโฆ. here with us tonight!โ
Every joke, every self-deprecatory gesture feels like it has been written, rewritten and focus-grouped to within an inch of its life.
If you were to read that joke in isolation, youโd think that Minhaj is becoming a smarter Russell Peters, basically, with his bingo chart of racial humour. In fact, what Minhaj is doing amounts to a kind of blow-by-blow breakdown of this style.
Not everything lands satisfactorily, of courseโI thought that the Saudi consulate joke could have stopped much earlier than it did, for one. Instead, Minhaj connects it to the murder of journalist Jamal Khashoggi and somehow, it becomes all about the comedian himselfโignoring his wifeโs warnings about โnot antagonising the Saudisโ, learning his harsh lesson eventually after heโs reminded of his status as a young father. To me that felt a little self-serving. There is a kind of humblebrag quality to the whole joke, a braggadocio that pops up in other spots as well.
But then again, why should we begrudge Minhaj his self-aggrandisement? We donโt seem to mind it when our favourite movie stars spout dialogue that consists of increasingly belaboured callbacks to their most famous roles. Hip-hop stars are almost expected to be braggarts, itโs a feature not a bug. In fact, Minhaj makes the hip-hop connection himself when he says, โI donโt want to be the Tupac of comedy. If anything, I want to be the Diddy of comedy. Staying alive while more talented people die around me!โ
What we can say unambiguously is this: thereโs a too-sleek quality to The Kingโs Jester that can be off-putting towards the end. Every joke, every self-deprecatory gesture feels like it has been written, rewritten and focus-grouped to within an inch of its life. There is a qualitative difference between listening to a scripted TV show (one with a writerโs room)โand a lone-wolf comedian working off the current cultural moment.
A writerโs room achieves a tone thatโs uneven and heterogeneous by design; the idea is to cater to audiences of every demographic description possible (this is also why diversity matters in a writerโs room). A stand-up comedianโs special, however, is supposed to be Auteur Central: one creatorโs vision. It really should be singular in both senses of the word. This is one area where Minhaj has a lot of room to improveโmore unvarnished, visceral life-tales, Hasan, please. And fewer chai-tea and naan-bread jokes; flogging one dead cultural horse can be chalked up to editorial oversight but to flog two within the same show smacks of carelessness.
These minor complaints apart, The Kingโs Jester is another accomplished outing by a comedian very much on the top of his game. It never really pushes Minhaj out of his comfort zone but for now, itโll do nicely.
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