#farce

Farce is tragedy played at a thousand revolutions per minute. ↗

— John Mortimer

#minute #per #played #revolutions #thousand

I would love, more than anything, to do an out-and-out farce with huge physical energy. Just because you're from the minimalist school, it doesn't mean you can't go big. ↗

— Aidan Quinn

#because #big #energy #farce #go

A farce, or slapstick humor, does well universally. ↗

— John Ratzenberger

#farce #humor #slapstick #universally #well

Black Comedy is a farce that is played in the dark, as you know, with the lights full on. It's the Chinese convention of reversing light and dark, and exactly where anybody is at any given moment is the play. ↗

— Peter Shaffer

#anybody #black #black comedy #chinese #comedy

It is a farce to call any being virtuous whose virtues do not result from the exercise of it's own reason. ↗

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

#being #call #exercise #farce #own

Comedy is unusual people in real situations; farce is real people in unusual situations. ↗

— Chuck Jones

#farce #people #real #real people #real situations

The farce is finished. I go to seek a vast perhaps. ↗

— Francois Rabelais

#finished #go #i #perhaps #seek

A farce or comedy is best played; a tragedy is best read at home. ↗

— Abraham Lincoln

#comedy #farce #tragedy #home

The famous field altar came from the Jewish firm of Moritz Mahler in Vienna, which manufactured all kinds of accessories for mass as well as religious objects like rosaries and images of saints. The altar was made up of three parts, lberally provided with sham gilt like the whole glory of the Holy Church. It was not possible without considerable ingenuity to detect what the pictures painted on these three parts actually represented. What was certain was that it was an altar which could have been used equally well by heathens in Zambesi or by the Shamans of the Buriats and Mongols. Painted in screaming colors it appeared from a distance like a coloured chart intended for colour-blind railway workers. One figure stood out prominently - a naked man with a halo and a body which was turning green, like the parson's nose of a goose which has begun to rot and is already stinking. No one was doing anything to this saint. On the contrary, he had on both sides of him two winged creatures which were supposed to represent angels. But anyone looking at them had the impression that this holy naked man was shrieking with horror at the company around him, for the angels looked like fairy-tale monsters and were a cross between a winged wild cat and the beast of the apocalypse. Opposite this was a picture which was meant to represent the Holy Trinity. By and large the painter had been unable to ruin the dove. He had painted a kind of bird which could equally well have been a pigeon or a White Wyandotte. God the Father looked like a bandit from the Wild West served up to the public in an American film thriller. The Son of God on the other hand was a gay young man with a handsome stomach draped in something like bathing drawers. Altogether he looked a sporting type. The cross which he had in his hand he held as elegantly as if it had been a tennis racquet. Seen from afar however all these details ran into each other and gave the impression of a train going into a station. ↗

— Jaroslav Hašek

#equality

Farce treats the improbable as probable, the impossible as possible. ↗

— George P. Baker

#impossible #improbable #possible #probable #treats