Years ago I mentioned stumbling into an early
Roadrunner cartoon in which Wile E. Coyote could talk,
which was fascinating:
Also, in these episodes, Wile E. can talk - not only could he talk, but
it turns out he's a noxious, pretentious fucking fop who's so full of
himself that not only does he refer to himself as "Wile E. Coyote,
Genius", but he has a fucking business card that says just that!
Flash forward to an episode of Cheers, wherein Woody asks why
doesn't the coyote, instead of spending all that money on fancy gadgets
to catch the Roadrunner, just use that money for food? To which, after
some discussion, Cliff cleverly surmises "Woody, I think you're missing
the point here. It's not that Wile E. Coyote wants to eat or that he
wants to eat a roadrunner. What he wants is to eat that particular roadrunner. It's very existential." (Clip HERE)
This is fantastic - while chasing Bugs Bunny, Wile E. Coyote is the
perfect amalgamation of Cliff Clavin, Frasier Crane and Woody: curiously
confidant in his non-existent intelligence, pompously full of bombast,
and yet, in the end, utterly clueless. Perfect.
Today over at Vulture
there's a piece on the enduring love we have for him:
Still,
he perseveres, and maybe that’s what makes Wile E. Coyote so endearing.
America loves an underdog, even if he is a predator trying to devour an
innocent bird. Dan Flores, in his wonderful book Coyote America,
even calls Wile E. an “avatar [of postwar America] in a coyote suit.”
In Flores’s view, Wile E. starts off simply famished and then becomes
too sure of his own genius and obsessed with mail-order technology and
gimmicks. It’s sadly a more relevant metaphor than Flores intends. A
plucky, ravenous predator high on his supposed intelligence whose
technological schemes always blow up in his face is a pretty good
description of the U.S. right now, too.
That’s
the real key to the success of Wile E. Coyote. Like any good mythic
figure, including the Native American coyote, Wile E. can be whatever we
need him to be: a wild animal, Want, a Western cowboy, a dad,
America itself. But none of those definitions fully fit either. Wile
E.’s too smart and fast for that. We get so close, but we never can
quite get a hold on him. And more than anything, doesn’t that make you
want to dust yourself off and start the chase again?
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