Scott Thompson is my least favorite member of the Kids in the Hall. He always has been. In a troupe I fiercely love and admire for madcap, often-nonsensical sketches, Scott was always ready with the stereotypical gay jokes, the drug jokes, the self-obsessed jokes. His stuff was good sometimes, but would I watch a show that was just Scott Thompson? No. I mean: hell no.
This was confirmed when, while on vacation this week, I caught a bit of a Pulp Comics special he did for Comedy Central. It was bad. It was really, really bad. I wanted to like it, but almost all of his stand-up jokes I saw were comparing Canadians to black people, complete with the phrase "snow n*****" (the special was filmed before the Michael Richards debacle; I wonder if Scott would still make the same joke now). One joke, okay. But making that your entire comedic platform? No thanks.
Anyway, these awkward bits of stand-up were cut with sketches he filmed about the supposed writing of the special, including a freak-out where he ran around the house screaming that he was a Kid in the Hall! He invented comedy! Even though he meant that as a joke, it seemed so painfully true: I was watching him because he was a Kid in the Hall, not because I thought he was a good comedian in his own right. Because hoo-boy, I certainly don't think that.