The title hooked me, man, what can I say? I have long cherished Mr. Rappaport, whose practice of cinema art (whether narrative, documentary, or abbreviated essay) has long been married to the practice of criticism in a manner that cannot help but invoke the early nouvelle vague. This piece on the gag is actually more about sound, image, form, and the domain of synthesis. It is wily and (quickly) covers much ground.
Film is truly the medium of the "total art-work." Succinct cinematic essay on the myriad ways sound manipulates the emotional direction of classic movie moments. I've got a real soft spot for those bratty French juvenile delinquents.