Scott C.

Juicelog Thurs 270308: Following a boozy late afternoon with Paul B. and making him late for his Ashtead dinner, I hooked up with the Phu fighters at Soho Theatre tonight to check out Scott Capurro’s show.

Scott came on and picked on the people in the front row which he then weaved into his act. His gags go beyond what is deemed to be acceptable by the politically correct crowd. Not that I personally had a problem with him doing jokes about race, Maddie Mclean, Islamic fundamentalists, HIV, or women, but the content of it felt very outdated. As brilliant as his delivery is and building up the punchlines, I felt I was travelling on a rant that was going anywhere. The parts that raised my eyebrows were more to do with how shocked I was to hear his distinctive San Franciscan whiny voice dispensing material that struggled to reach the gut. A definitely revision is required for his next set of prompt cards.