Is a Man’s Body Funny? If So To Whom..

John Cena talks about the importance of Customs

 By Rhonda Garelick

Rhonda Garelick writes the

 Face Forward column exploring fashion,

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John Cena’s ‘streaker manqué” routine at the Oscars was pretty funny. In an obvious setup, host Jimmy Kimmel asked, “Can you imagine if a nude man ran across the stage today?” upon which a seemingly undressed Mr. Cena popped his head out from behind the curtain to say, “I changed my mind, I don’t want to do the streaker bit.” When Mr. Kimmel reminded him that it was all for comedy, Mr. Cena replied with faux seriousness, “the male body is not a joke.”

But it was a joke. And soon, an entirely naked, and remarkably buff, Mr. Cena came onstage to introduce the Best Costume Design, nervously grasping the sealed Oscar envelope over his genitals, as a makeshift fig leaf. The audience howled as he inched along, hobbling sideways with painstaking little steps — trying to keep his envelope level and his private parts covered. Then, in a bit of television magic, he was draped in a toga-like, one-shouldered robe with a tasseled rope belt. But over, the crowd was delighted, and an obvious point was made about the importance of costume.

The routine had deep roots in Academy history, harkening back to a famous episode at the 1974 Oscars when a streaker interrupted the proceedings (just as the very refined David Niven was introducing Elizabeth Taylor). Still, its relevance extends into the present day.

Humor happens when recognition meets surprise. We laugh when something routine suddenly transforms into something unexpected. An exactingly chiseled, naked male body onstage is only funny because it is unexpected — because that is, it does not belong to a woman. Seeing a naked woman on stage at the Oscars could never be funny, simply because it’s the norm to see female bodies in various states of revealing dress on the red carpet, and in movies as well. The humor of Mr. Cena’s performance actually derived from how clearly it mirrored what the women are always doing — right down to the mincing, precarious steps. 

We tune into the Oscars to see spectacular women in spectacular gowns. Those gowns are also intricately made framing devices for women’s bodies, which are usually more visible than the men’s. Although there is now far more diversity of style and body type welcomed at these events, most of the fashion still spotlights breasts, buttocks, and thighs.

There are oceans of gleaming, bare female flesh. Skirts are slit to the waist, necklines to the navel — sometimes both at the same time. Sometimes dresses are actually transparent. Both Florence Pugh (in a silver Del Core number) and Becky G wore peek-a-boo bustiers that freed the nipple visually. It is not always comfortable to wear such clothes. They require special undergarments, body tape, excellent posture, and constant vigilance to avoid what’s come to be called a “wardrobe malfunction.” Women dressed like this are exactly as nervous as Mr. Cena was only pretending to be — and for far longer than the few minutes his gag lasted.

Oscar dresses are couture, obvious works of art produced by countless hours of skilled human labor. But so too are the bodies beneath them — female flesh honed to near Greek statue perfection by dint of meticulous diet, exercise, and, sometimes, surgical intervention.

And just as Greek statues sit atop pedestals in museums, Hollywood goddesses typically perch on vertiginous high-heeled shoes, which forces them to take unnatural, overly careful steps — just as Mr Cena did — to avoid toppling over. Here too, he was, in effect, parodying his female counterparts. (Remember Jennifer Lawrence face-planting at the 2013 Oscars as she made her way onstage in a cumbersome gown and shoes?)

An uber-fit naked man pretending to be frantic as he exposed himself at the Oscars was more than funny, it was a mini-meditation on the still-enormous gender gap at fashion’s highest level. Emma Stone would understand. Some sort of gown snafu forced her to end her acceptance speech with, ‘Don’t look at the back of my dress.”

The New York Times