Story – Robert McKee's Creative Storytelling Magazine Issue 005 – Drew Carey - Page 61

MCKEE INTERVIEWS DREW CAREY RM: One of the great principles of comedy I would love to talk about is, if I ever write a book on comedy, it’s going to be called Comedy: The Angry Art. DC: I had a United flight on Wednesday night—a redeye. You’ve taken redeye flights yourself, right? on my face—the trunk lid on my face while I was packing the car to go to the airport. RM: Yes, I have. DC: Yeah. DC: It leaves LA at 11:00 and gets into DC at 6:00 in the morning or something like that. You figure everybody’s going to snooze on the plane. So they got the lights up, they got the TVs on, they do full service–full food service. I couldn’t sleep a wink. If I get up and complain—I’m on this first-class and United wouldn’t let me sleep—I’d sound like a putz. RM: So one of the things we can be angry about and hate are kids? RM: The root of comedy is anger. To get started, I’m wondering, what pisses you off? DC: You know, I’m having a problem with that lately, because I’m so satisfied with my life. I was writing my theory. If you notice, once comedians get to be rich and get their own shows, people say, “Oh, they lost their edge,” or, “They’re not as funny as they used to be.” That’s because they quit waiting in line at the grocery store, they get chauffeured places, and they’re not sweating the rent. All of a sudden, everything is okay. All of the best jokes, all the best routines, are always the little guy against something big. It’s the small against the big. It’s the control against the uncontrollable, and it doesn’t have to be an institution. It could be an institution, it could be traffic, weather, God—something that controls you that you can’t do anything about that you just want to yell at. So I’m pretty satisfied with my life lately. To combat that, as often as I can, I buy my own groceries, pump my own gas, and do all that stuff as much as I can just so I don’t lose touch, because otherwise, I will. My kid bums me out. My fiancée has a four-year-old. I love him, for the record, because I know he’s going to see this one day. I love him like crazy, he’s