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Jimmy Carr Live
was a time when the most overused phrase in the English language was in
danger of becoming "please welcome Jimmy Carr".
can't be the only one who half expected Carr's beau monde
Vicious in a polite way, not quite apologetic but vaguely charming nonetheless, Carr excels in the sort of line for which you'd be sitting outside Human Resources' door if you repeated it in the office. That said, he walks a fine line. There's something just a little too self-satisfied about his delivery. I appreciate that this is all part of the act and while that in itself is OK - if I was getting plaudits for standing around saying stuff at an audience that I had in raptures, I'd be pleased with myself too - I'd want a bit more for my money than a range of "set myself up, deliver my gag, set myself up, deliver my gag" one-liners too.
times it comes across as an endless stream of casual, though cruelly
barbed, put downs that you promise yourself you must remember the next
time you encounter an idiot drooling on your girlfriend at a bar. No bad
thing in itself, but that's about as far as it seems to go and you'll
doubtless have at least one mate yourself who can do it every bit as
sharply and without the need for a rehearsed routine. If you're in the
market for short, razor sharp observation and a turn of phrase that
disposes with societal inconveniences such as not being allowed to laugh
at people whose legs don't work - and be honest, the best comedy always
has someone you can point and laugh at, that's why it works - then Carr is
probably your man.
you could stick with what amounts to an incessant stream of middle class
superiority for over an hour is down to personal taste. I don't like him
much. In fact, he's got the sort of weasely quality about him that'd make
you want to humiliate him in public if you ever met him. Not punching him,
something like slapping him with the back of your hand, or pushing all of
his papers out of his clutches and into a puddle and then booting him up
the backside when he bent down to pick them up. That said, he still makes
me laugh. I can't decide whether or not I'm happy with that.
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