In the wickedly underrated David Wain comedy
Wet Hot American Summer, there is a sequence where Michael Showalter, in character as a stand-up comic geezer, entertains a bunch of kids at camp with awful jokes about the Stone Age. The joke isn't his routine, but that the kids are laughing at these terrible, stale caveman gags. Thinking along those lines, I'd be happier (though unconvinced) if
Harold Ramis argued that his new