We Are Miracles
Here we have the CD-version of Sarah Silverman’s most recent comedy special (the special was taped for HBO late last year). It’s an hour-long and has Silverman doing what she does best/worst – being filthy in a way where it’s clearly more about shock-value than cleverness and is either an easy dismissal or frustrating because you’re sure she has the tools to do more.
I like some of Silverman’s quips – and credentials. But this set opts for tasteless as an endurance test. A bit called “Rape Jokes: Comedy’s Hidden Jewel” has her pushing the boundaries of taste – and the patience of a sophisticated audience, maybe she even gets away with it, I’ll leave that to you – but what is frustrating is the whole delivery (of her act, not just this joke) is predicated on her intentionally immature shtick, a sort of high school smarm despite being in her 40s.
There are no rules – she doesn’t have to start doing the white picket fence style of humour, trying to find funny in settling down or struggling to settle down or diving back into boring staples like differences between men and women but the angle Silverman is pushing seems a bit, well, Family Guy.
You can just imagine the reminder-pitch delivered to the mirror before going on: you own irony. Now show some dimples!
All of this is only frustrating if you think she’s better than that. From her appearances as a serious actor and playing herself – versions of that – on her own show/s and Louis CK’s show and a few of her appearances getting super blue on roasts tell me that she is more than (just) this.
And though you can laugh first time at a viral hit like her diva song – with it’s “cunt-cunt-cunt” line, you’d be hard pushed – surely? – to want to hear this over and again on CD.
Quite why a stand-up comedy CD – pushed through a label – even exists in 2014 is another matter altogether. And why am I even reviewing it? Well it was something to do while talking to Steve Wrigley.