One of the first comedy albums I heard growing up was Jerry Seinfeld’s I’m Telling You For The Last Time, but despite that, I gravitated towards Friends more.
Jerry Seinfeld (as well as Larry David) is a special kind of comedy, where you either enjoy their style or can’t stand it, but whichever way you go you are all-in to that opinion.
Back at “The Comic Strip”, the NYC club that started him off, Jerry shows again that he is a one-of-a-kind comic, as he tells the story of how he got his start.
Discussing “ins and outs”, “ons and offs”, “takes and gives”, as well as yo-yo’s dixie cups, childhood, and maids, he rolls from one bit to the next, in typical Jerry BB-Gun fashion.
I didn’t touch a thermostat until I was 28 years old. I was in a hotel room in Pittsburgh when I had the guts to make it a little warmer. I was terrified the whole night that my father would burst in: “Who touched the thermostat in here?!”
My one issue with Jerry is that if you’ve heard one of his bits, you’ve basically heard them all, but despite this, I found myself laughing at various points throughout the special.
Now that I’ve told you that he isn’t my style, looking at this as a whole, it wasn’t at all unfunny or bad, it’s just not my cup of tea.
I gave Seinfeld (the show) a try, watching all nine seasons, and I didn’t even hesitate before watching this special.
But when it is all said and done, it wasn’t the best Netflix has to offer, with Chappelle, Minhaj and even Dunham putting on better performances, but this gets an 8 out of 10.
And if you choose to argue me on that (because there is nothing Seinfeld followers like more than arguing that he is the GOAT), you better have watched the other three for comparison.