The great thing about the Classical Hollywood narrative is that it basically follows the structure of the male orgasm: it's all build, build, build; spectacular release; and then usually a little bit of tidying up before anybody goes home. This is the way most jokes are structured, too, except instead of the clean-up period after the punchline/release, if all goes well the audience laughs - essentially confirming that they're coming, too. The Aristocrats is a film about the process of telling a joke that doesn't work that way at all, and as such, it seems petty to complain that it functions less like a movie than like the blooper reel from the dirtiest sitcom you've never seen.

But when did I ever claim to be above a little bit of pettiness?