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The most sly, fascinating moment inEllen DeGeneress Netflix stand-up specialis just a simple list.
Can she still have a sense of humor with broad appeal now that shes wealthy and famous?
I can laugh at myself.
How many times have I shown you the front door?
she asks, mock-annoyed at her fictional rube of a friend.
Who can blame her?
That and the dancing, she says.
That was a mistake, too … whenever people see me theyre like, Dance, Ellen, dance!
Im like, Im getting a mammogram, I cant move right now.
By the end, though, she seems to make a choice.
The iciness melts away, leaving sweet, gooey warmth.
But the most telling choice inRelatablehappens before the final turn into homily.
(There it is again, that careful negotiation of being relatable.)
She sets up the premise, and then the music kicks on.
She walks calmly over to the dance floor.
And then, yes, she dances.
She dances with verve.
She mimics some ass slaps.
As the music fades out, she grins to herself.
Its a funny bit, mostly because she performs the slightly-too-explicit-for-daytime-TV dance so well.
There she is, doing her utmost to be relatable.
As Ellen tells us herself, she is very good at her job.
