Jerry Sadowitz
Comedian, Magician, Psychopath

Jerry Sadowitz - Comedian, Magician, Psychopath
Jerry Sadowitz
E4 Udderbelly’s Pasture @ 20:50, Aug 2-27 (not 14), (1hr), £12.50, £14.50
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This isn’t so much a comedy or a magic gig but rather more an onslaught of rabid mirthful hatred. At one point Sadowitz ponders why he doesn’t get telly work anymore whilst clearly recognising that there is no doubt as to the reason why… someone might see!

Yes, Jerry Sadowitz is the kind of act that should only really be viewed by people who know exactly what they’re letting themselves in for and even then they should give themselves a swift reminder briefing beforehand. I knew what to expect, but was still left reeling at some of the extreme caustic banality of his outbursts. If the word ‘fuck’ and it’s derivatives were taken out of this show, it would be about twenty minutes long… if that!

Swear words are wonderful and very useful in all manner of occasions, but if used frequently, after a while they just become dull and overusing them wastes their beauty and kills their power thus rendering Sadowitz’s employment of them practically useless.

On a similar note… Saying outrageously offensive things that sit way beyond the boundaries of taste and decency can be absolutely brilliant comedy, gasp-inducing comments are outrageously enormous fun. But when arriving in a continuous barrage of tedious repetitive horror, it simply acts to dampen their effect and provide the next insult to the audience’s ears and brains with an even greater challenge. Possibly realising this, Sadowitz saves his comments about Madeline McCann right till the end and receives a suitably vocal response from the assembled hoards that teeters on revolt.

The reason why this behaviour is so increasingly depressing is that Jerry Sadowitz is absolutely one of the finest fucking magicians living today (see Jerry use it sparingly and it adds power!). He is a king of his craft, totally at ease and absolutely unfathomable. But the tricks are few and far between, and all you’re left with as you wait to be impressed by him again is a torrent of unsophisticated venomous spew, as though he’s set his mind on undermining himself.
More magic please… less mouth!


by Ian Phillips

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