Monday, February 8, 2010

Norm Macdonald at the Funny Bone in Westport: A Two-Show Recap

Posted By on Mon, Feb 8, 2010 at 4:16 PM

Is there a comic touring today who makes better use of the word "cock"? It's a funny word, sure, but in Norm Macdonald's delivery -- distinctly Canadian, equal parts Eddie Haskell and sedated invalid -- "cock" becomes poetry. Unless you hear Macdonald say it repeatedly, to explain its power is like trying to justify suits with bolo ties. You can't.

The deadpan gaze of Norm Macdonald.
  • The deadpan gaze of Norm Macdonald.
You can, however, rank Macdonald as a high-profile veteran whose career has run the gamut in showbiz. Absent a comedy album of his own, he's done it all: Saturday Night Live, short-lived sitcoms, patchy movie work, and (in that last pit stop of celebrity) now poker phenom.

For a select few, though, it's Macdonald's talk-show appearances over the years -- Conan lost his mind in 1997, Letterman gets kittenish, both Dennis Miller and Jon Stewart have cried uncle -- that capture the essence of his appeal. They are events of deadpan cracks and wangled non-sequiturs. Even his recent performance at the roast of Bob Saget -- anti-comedy made artful -- revealed his peculiar style. So far as I can tell, almost everything Norm Macdonald says or does is funny.

At Westport over the weekend, all of those gifts -- the command of cadence, the attentiveness to the tiniest details, the fascination with the morbid and the macabre -- were on full display. A large chunk of Macdonald's hour-long set probed the sexual differences between men and women. Both nights featured an extended bit on Tiger Woods the "sex addict, or what I like to call him: a man."

An intervention for Mick Jagger by the rest of the Rolling Stones -- "Mick, you're having too much sex" -- would be just as absurd. Another two-night bit discussed the venues in which women, futilely, act like men: strip clubs and the WNBA, which is "for all those who can't make the NBA." Then again, as he later acknowledged: "Women create life, and all men can really do is hang around."

Of course, comedy has no ethics but to make people laugh, and this is doubly true for material as blue as a drowned Smurf. Imagine, if you will, the profound and scrupulous use of cock in these contexts: Macdonald, as a teenager, avoiding same-sex advances in station wagons while hitchhiking; old, rich men invigorated by Viagra; a commercial for "Father Norm's Priest Place;" his incredulity at foot fetishists; familial rape; and the complications of following story lines in pornos.

In fact, Macdonald's best bit, at least in the shows I attended, wondered why serial killers don't dig deeper graves. In lesser hands, such material might die on delivery. But in Macdonald's zoned-out riffs -- which assumed, as the evening progressed, the quality of an impromptu toast (that's an evaluation, not a compliment) -- there's nothing to do but submit.

Macdonald at the Funny Bone comedy club in Westport this weekend.
  • Macdonald at the Funny Bone comedy club in Westport this weekend.
At least that went for most of the audience. Host Joe Murray and feature performer Matt Conty, both local comics with strong material themselves, endured expected, if still irritating, dimwitted heckling and shouts for the headliner. More surprising, though, was the number of walkouts I witnessed both nights during Macdonald's set.

"I remember the adorable Norm," one woman harrumphed.

Adorable? I think her date was wearing a bolo tie.

Tags: , ,

Best Things to Do In St. Louis

Newsletters

Never miss a beat

Sign Up Now

Subscribe now to get the latest news delivered right to your inbox.

© 2017 Riverfront Times

Website powered by Foundation