Stupid Questions with Rob Corddry
The ''Daily Show'' alum has a new Fox sitcom
If you only know Rob Corddry from his 2002-06 stint as a Daily Show correspondent, you know he’s great at acting like a loud, boorish know-it-all. But don’t underestimate his range: As the star of the new Fox sitcom The Winner (debuts March 4 at 8:30 p.m.), he plays a 32-year-old, loud, boorish guy who lives with his parents. And in Will Ferrell’s Blades of Glory, which skates into theaters on March 30? He promises to be loud or boorish — if not both. So why not speak his language with some loud, boorish Stupid Questions?
The Winner has been called ”The Wonder Years with a 32-year-old.” Would Winnie Cooper have been more into Kevin Arnold if he had had male-pattern baldness?
Oh, yeah. Male-pattern baldness belies an excess of testosterone. That’s my problem: too much man juice. My body doesn’t know what to do with it, so it shoves the hair out of the body. Kevin Arnold needed anything to man him up. Poor guy. So fey.
For a year, you hosted the ”This Week in God” segment on The Daily Show. Which are you looking forward to more when you go to hell: the fire or the brimstone?
Brimstone, because it’s a lot like pumice, and I have really bad calluses.
You once starred in an AT&T ad with Carrot Top. Props to you, and not in the good sense.
When we filmed, he said, ”Oh, so you do comedy?” I said yeah. He said, ”You must hate me then.” The poor guy. But he’s no longer the butt of jokes anymore — we’ve got Larry the Cable Guy for that. And Carrot Top’s the nicest guy, and cut like an Adonis! Beautiful, beautiful man. From the neck down.
He went by the Joe Piscopo theory that muscles = funny.
I wonder if Carrot Top can play drums. Remember when Joe Piscopo did that for a while? Even as a little kid, I was like, ”What are you doing? What a bad career move.”
In 2004’s Blackballed: The Bobby Dukes Story, you explored the world of paintball. Who gets more tail: paintballers or Renaissance fair jousters?
The jousters. I believe that whole phenomenon is all about sex. Renaissance fairs, Star Trek conventions, Comic-Cons, it’s all about nerds having sex with nerds. Paintball? It’s just dorks who think they have some athletic ability.
Is working on a comedy show fun? From what I’ve gathered watching your brother, Nate, on Studio 60, it seems that way, because you all get to sit around arguing about gay marriage and creationism.
Yes, with a very straight face we pull each other’s fingers and then talk about the social ramifications of that while walking very fast up spiral staircases.
Your wife is a speech pathologist who works with patients with traumatic brain injuries. What’s it like to never have the moral upper hand at home?
I have nothing to say, ever. It’s a nice balance, though. I feel like my karma will be okay, because she’s done enough good for both of us. We would be having an argument at The Daily Show about what’s funnier, the word poo-poo or the word caca — I voted caca, by the way — but after 20 minutes of this, I’d be, ”You know, my wife is teaching brain-injured patients how to speak right now, and this is my job.”