June 23, 2012
Crazee Cindy’s Comedy Show Starring Andy Dick @ The Comedy Store
A few years ago, I got into a literal face-slapping match at a London tea house with Eddie Izzard and our mutual dentist, Simon Godley, a very funny Radio 4 comedian himself. I was trying to show Eddie “The Gestapo Joke” and he just couldn’t get the timing right. You ask your cohort, “Say, have I ever told you the Gestapo joke?” They say, “No.” You then SLAP them across the face at the very second you shout out, “Liar!” If they inquire, “Why’d you do that?” You get in their face, fiercely point to them and say, “
ask zah questions!” Similarly, seeing Andy Dick’s show at The Comedy Store last Wednesday left me feeling a bit slapped – bitch-slapped to be precise; and my face is still stinging, and will for some time. Andy Dick is the Queen of Anomalies. I wouldn’t know how to categorize him as a comedic artist, other than as “Truly watchable!” in the same way a slow and continuous multi-car pile-up can be on a spring day. Whatever you think of him, whatever delicious mud he drags you through, you feel it’s all worth it, because Andy Dick is truly watchable. The trouble is, I just didn’t know what I was watching after a while. A cabaret or a rehearsal for a twelve-step meeting? A coming out party or just another overly-dramatic appearance of Norman Desmond from his indoor balcony? A comedy show or post-ironic “take” on a comedy show? The truth is, as with Andrew Dice Clay, Sam Kinison, Steve Martin and the King of the Put-On-of-‘Em-All….the late great Andy Kaufman, you never knew where the real show ended and the fake one began. I am a fan of the bold fact that “Dice” (the creation of Andrew Silverstein) was in fact a brilliantly invented character. Andrew Dice Clay—in the very early days—would reportedly come on stage as an impressionist. And, after doing dead on impressions of Pacino and DeNiro, he would introduce “Dice” as a compendium of the characters he knew from the old neighborhood, in a vague form of The Nutty Professor’s Buddy Love. Because of the set-up, you knew that whatever Dice did from then on, could only be considered an exaggerated inside joke, which nullified any offense. Andrew was “playing” a bad guy. It was only when Clay dropped the intro/impressions and took the stage already in the character of Dice, did his career skyrocket. But, with Messer Dick, unless he’s actually the master of all masters of staying in character continuously, seamlessly and most importantly: completely believably, he’s just another reality star performing in his own head.
way. Andy Dick is fatally loveable and when you’re that liked by the audience, like any good politician, you don’t have to be understood or even say anything meaningful, which allows Dick to play the bad guy so well.
Surrounded by the highest quality of friends, lovers, bloodsuckers, sycophants and handlers, Andy held court in the kingly way only he knows how. I felt truly blessed to be that close to him and yet, had the wizard let me see too much behind the curtain? Andy Dick is seamlessly cute, trendy and tragic. Everyone should own one. Whatever it is, like all the great character comics I’ve seen over the years, Andy Dick makes you want to save him by being him. In spite of his troubles; in spite of him having to suffer the ultimate of consequences for any artist, he has to be himself. In the end, I escaped by kissing Andy on the forehead, the same way a parent says goodnight to children in pajamas. My work was done. I wanted to hang around, but had to pedal my bicycle down La Cienega. I just prayed the Nazi’s wouldn’t question me on the way home.
I give Crazee Cindy’s Andy Dick Show 5 out of 8 Menorahs
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