Synopsis
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Richard Eagleton's intense pitch of an AI comedy startup goes wrong when his marital problems are revealed live.
Richard Eagleton's intense pitch of an AI comedy startup goes wrong when his marital problems are revealed live.
“We as men are meant to be screaming for 7 hours a day, and society took that away from us.” or "It gets weirder... Imagine Joe Rogan without the money."
One of the most insane physical performances of pure and sustained unhinged sweaty mania I've ever seen, one that perfectly mirrors the tech-bro entrepreneur grindset dystopia we are headed towards. That he not only somehow made this performance art character work in front of a live crowd but also made crowd work funny again while doing so is hugely impressive.
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I generally prefer O'Malley's video/sketch/art to his live performance, but to see him perform live is a rare treat – he is full of seemingly endless wells of stamina & bizarre pathos. you always like these characters of his, as grotesque as they are. that the nature of the special manages to mirror his more high-concept videos is no small feat, and that type of comedic endurance is something to behold. the focus on O'Malley's face feels sort of like the good version of whatever Tom Hooper was trying to do with Les Mis, where with a performer this smart and adept (and funny) you…
Conner O'Malley would have made such an excellent mega-church preacher if not for his huge rippling forearms and Irish gaze
O’Malley is probably the comic of my generation. Or the comic for me, anyway. He feels like an evolution (or mutation) on the late-00s Tim & Eric style deadpans about the ubiquity or corporate culture, and the cult of “doing business.” Where the Tim and Eric characters are typically these mind-numbed boobs at the center of a world that makes cogs of them, O’Malley is a slobbering, red-faced man.
I rewatched all the Mad Max movies recently, and what struck me was how they treat our probably reaction to apocalypse: not sad-sack resignation, but a kind of frothing mania.
O’Malley is like this for late capitalism: the barking mad wannabe YouTube conspiracist, the used car salesman sweating through a free golf polo, the…
Best stand up special ever made prolly. I wanna live inside that unisex piss tube bit for eternity
The most devastating and funniest depiction of the seething rage at the inability to create a single, solitary piece of worthwhile art I’ve ever seen. Sorta frightening how precise he is at just Getting It.
There’s a real magic trick, and talent, in the performance here. Connor shot this in Brooklyn— a home court full of O'Malley homers, which is antithetical to the premise of the show— and manages to keep the audience at arms length during the parts involving the crowd. That’s tough to do and completely necessary, as a fawning audience of mustachioed goobers who are “in on it” would break the entire premise apart, but he works so lightning fast, and in such a granular fashion, to keep the kayfabe alive in the face of adoring fans: when someone tries to kiss his hand, he pulls it back in disgust, only to keep it there, trying to win the audience member back…