Review of Amy Schumer: Mostly Sex Stuff

When I used to sit on on auditions for HBO, we judged comics on two scales, material and delivery, and this system has held up over the years. If you watch a lot of sets from newcomers, you will see times when the material is better than the comic, and times when the comic is better than the material. When both are working in sync, you have something special. Occasionally, however, you find a comic not only with superb material and great delivery/timing, but someone who has put their imprint on the entire mixture, and created something so unique -- this is the test -- that you cannot imagine anyone else doing it, and getting away with it. Think of the wonderful, late, George Carlin, Think Lewis Black. With Amy Schumer we have a performer that meets this test. Quirky, kinky, idiosyncratic, by the final credits you cannot remember ever seeing anyone else quite like her. The show was great. The potential is great. And here is the kicker, you have to wonder what would happen if she lightened up on the sex humour (which works about 80% of the time, not too shabby) and took a chance doing "pure" comedy. I once caught an mp3 of her (not from this show) talking about taking a dog home for the weekend for a test drive, understanding that, if you bring it back, they will kill it. No it does not sound especially funny but -- the sign of a potentially great comic -- she MADE the 60 seconds of this bit so funny that, once you hear it, you will never forget the punchline. Repeat: a great show, and a comic with a future.