If Andrew Norelli raced for a living, he’d drive a dragster instead of an Indy car. Hey, he prefers straight lines to curves. He seldom veers off the worn but proven path to laughs, but the skill to take the audience on an amusing ride from Point A to Point B makes Norelli an...
If Andrew Norelli raced for a living, he’d drive a dragster instead of an Indy car. Hey, he prefers straight lines to curves. He seldom veers off the worn but proven path to laughs, but the skill to take the audience on an amusing ride from Point A to Point B makes Norelli an...
At nearly every theater that was playing The Hangover Part II across the country, lines looped around the theater and stretched down the street amounting to record breaking box office take over the Memorial Day Weekend. This was not the case for Woody Allen's latest film,...
The best comedy albums usually offer us equal parts “holy shit” moments of recognition, “oh my fuck” moments -- where the comic plants an image in your head you never, ever wanted to see -- and of course, huge laughs. David Huntsberger’s well written and structurally...
The best comedy albums usually offer us equal parts “holy shit” moments of recognition, “oh my fuck” moments -- where the comic plants an image in your head you never, ever wanted to see -- and of course, huge laughs. David Huntsberger’s well written and structurally...
Seven tracks into Don Jamieson’s raucous and obscene stand-up album, Live and Hilarious, there’s an unfortunately timed bit called, “Obama, Osama, Airport Security,” in which Jamieson asserts that Obama isn’t doing enough to find OBL and end the war on terror. The...
Amy Schumer is the kind of woman who would probably smile and maybe give you a kiss on the cheek right before kicking you in the nuts. Then she’d apologize and buy you a drink, but it wouldn’t be an expensive drink, and she wouldn’t really be sorry. That’s the flavor of...
Amy Schumer is the kind of woman who would probably smile and maybe give you a kiss on the cheek right before kicking you in the nuts. Then she’d apologize and buy you a drink, but it wouldn’t be an expensive drink, and she wouldn’t really be sorry. That’s the flavor of...
As if Andy Ritchie were the Mary Lou Retton of comedy, he charges down the runway, leaps headfirst into his act, and sticks the landing on the opening joke of King Ding-A-Ling, his debut CD on Stand Up! Records. He certainly does not go splat after unexpectedly and brilliantly...
