Queen of filth has muddied waters of what we consider funny
All Chelsea Handler does is appeal to the lowest common denominator, writes Julia Molony
You may be dimly aware of the fact that Chelsea Handler is riding high in the American television ratings and bestseller lists right now. A dirty blonde with a dirtier mouth, her impact has exploded in America. She's been crowned "the queen of filth" and her influence over the water is so complete that she's nearing cultural ubiquity.
There's the four best-selling books, including My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One Night Stands, and Are You There, Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea. There's the chat show on cable, Chelsea Lately, which recently made headlines over here as it was the platform on which the normally glacial Gwyneth Paltrow chose to declare her grandmother a word unsuitable for publication (to save on asterisks, here's a coy hint: it starts with C and rhymes with hunt).
And most recently she has helped promote a hit film, Bridesmaids, which is topping the box office Stateside, thanks to its girls-on-tour take on the gross-out genre.