However, how long can any principled person ply their trade in this unprincipled, cowardly, brain-clouded environment called America. As Jeselnik tells us toward the end of his scathing set, “Do I look like I care about my career?” Which allows him the power to say whatever he wants, unworried about offending anyone. His black humor is social observation that left-turns into horror movie touching on cancer, the Boston Marathon, serial killing, punching women, shark attacks, abortion clinics, family dysfunction, and of course, dead babies, including Eric Clapton’s one. Rather, hearing a Jeselnik set is like wading peaceably in a pastoral babbling brook – and being attacked by a great white. We cannot say “His jokes are about ” because Jeselnik does not approach standup in such a straightforward manner. This standup comedian, comedy writer (LATE NIGHT WITH JIMMY FALLON), producer (THE JESELNIK OFFENSIVE), regular roaster on Comedy Central, and plonker of the luscious Amy Schumer, is the hero America needs, but not the one it deserves right now. When Anthony Jeselnik kills, he really kills.
With his Quaalude strut, runway model looks, and deadpan delivery as deliberate as a surgeon’s scalpel, the Alice Cooper of comedy eviscerates a San Francisco audience.
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