It was one of the most divisive moments of 2020, if not of pro-wrestling as a whole. Chris Jericho and MJF sat down for ‘Le Dinner Debonair’ on the Oct. 21 episode of AEW Dynamite to discuss the latter joining The Inner Circle, only for them to burst out into a rendition of ‘Me and My Shadow’, complete with dancing girls et al, and before the final notes had faded into the background you could already hear the clacking of keyboards across the world as wrestling fans took to the internet to either decree it or praise it to the rafters.
It also caused Jim Cornette to have an aneurysm so large that I actually thought his head was going to explode.
And it seems that it wasn’t just the wrestling world that was watching these two tear it up on Prime Time, as it’d been included on The New York Times Best Performances Of 2020 List.
For those of you too lazy to click on that link, it reads;
Some weeks the athleticism at this professional wrestling start-up is more exciting than anything happening in Vince McMahon’s empire. And no one in the WWE has this kid’s combination of diction (Juilliard by way of Long Island), intensity or cheesiness, either. Even when Friedman’s lost his cool (his nom de ring is MJF), he still has astounding control. The character is part heel, part tool (hair gel, loafers, Burberry bling — tacky, tacky, tacky) and part goodfella wannabe; his mouth does more running than he does. For reasons only the producers of this show can explain, a long segment in October between MJF and the veteran Chris Jericho culminated in aversion of ‘Me and my Shadow’, complete with dancing women and live singing. It was less than spectacular, though not for anything Friedman did. He wasn’t embarrassed at all. He was smooth in a way that should worry Ric Flair. This kid makes you wanna say, ‘Woo!'”
This is quite an achievement and really shouldn’t be underestimated, as usually this list is reserved for things considered more highbrow than wrestling, and goes to prove that both Jericho and MJF hit gold when they decided to lace up their dancing shoes and warm up their vocals.
So, say what you want about ‘Le Dinner Debonair’, but if you’re against it then The New York Times proves that you’re wrong.