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Andy Daly Mines Art From Hack-Comedy Criticism
His 2006 Comedy Death-Ray set throws a giant middle finger to everything alt-comedy finds unacceptable.
I was fortunate enough to be doing regular club sets in Los Angeles, but aside from five minutes on racism that earned me a career, my act didn’t seem much different from any of the other five or so white male comics who taped Comedy Central’s Premium Blend that year in the same shiny, black, pointy-collared H&M shirt I wore. Comedians know that there is a performance level only the hottest crowds can unlock, a certain kind of audience support that empowers them into a sort of stand-up Super Saiyan from Dragon Ball Z. Stone-faced curmudgeons and six-beer hecklers might toughen a comic up, but they will never enable the creation of a masterpiece like “Andy Daly.” He serves up the additional merch-worthy catchphrases “okay, enough!” and “thank you very much, but no thank you!” to further laughter, and by the time he says “I didn’t get that memo!” at 1:25, one audience member is cackling uncontrollably for ten-second stretches like a victim of Joker gas in a Batman cartoon.
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