STARRING | NORM MACDONALD
STUDIO | COMEDY CENTRAL
RELEASE | 6.14.11
Norm MacDonald’s idea of comedy is to stand bug-eyed on stage, awkwardly pawing at his own face while disjointedly muttering about his great-uncle dying of cancer. It’s like watching a recovering meth addict try to dictate his autobiography. His profoundly depressing autobiography.
And sure enough, it totally works. Despite not touching upon a single topic that would, under normal circumstances, be considered even remotely amusing (even his dick jokes are about failure), Norm somehow manages to string together one of the funniest hours of stark, unflinching observations on the intolerable cruelty of living in an uncaring universe I’ve ever seen. And he does it all sober, which is really the most terrifying part.
If you’re looking for … I don’t know, jokes, about like, airline peanuts or walking in to bar—wait, wait, actually, Norm does have a bit about going out to a bar! My bad. So, you see, Norm doesn’t really drink, so he’s usually the DD, which means he watches all of his friends get wasted and have a good time and he sits there in silence nursing a soda water hoping that nobody punches him for no reason.