Real Reason Bray Wyatt's Firefly Fun House Is WWE RAW's Best Segment In Years
His line readings, and the weird editing, in its uncanny failure to interpret human rhythms, were reminiscent of Tim Heidecker’s surreal genius.
In flexing his muscles like a kid cheering on Hulk Hogan at WrestleMania V, and making noises that bordered on the sexual, Wyatt looked less like an idiot here than he did in 2017, as a sh*tty patchwork quilt of horror movie cliché.
A jarring tonal shift once more revealed this madness as a surface layer of the suppressed monster within. After Wyatt asked us to wiggle our behinds, he instructed us, in chilling deadpan, to “erase our minds”, as the video assets morphed from multi-coloured ’80’s zig-zags to images of the Fiend in a state of mental torment. The Fiend anguished in guilt over his days as Husky Harris—a physical prospect who entered WWE through the backdoor of nepotistic connection.
That’s a subjective interpretation, but that’s what is so rewarding about the Firefly Fun House. The imagination is infectious. WWE fans are drawn to it much like they are drawn to a prestige TV show rich in mythology. Bray Wyatt here is atoning for his real, dismal history as an out-of-shape disappointment by rewriting it in a new, warped language. Bray Wyatt is getting into shape! Yowie Wowie!
This version of Bray Wyatt is almost impossibly creative. And that’s because such creativity is impossible. Sort of.
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