Jerry The Schmuck ranted on for 24 hours, beating his one-dimensional schtick to death while he talked about "my kids" to the world.
So stupid is Jerry, he never thought to call the little tikes "Our Kids" so that all of us watching would feel more like a part of the project. The highlight of this dreck every year was when Jerry TRIED to "sing", followed by his patented un-doing of his tie and collar button while he "cried" because he was supposedly so overcome with emotion. Then he stumbled off into the wings with the help of two stage-hands.
This debacle no longer sports Jerry as its mouth-piece, but it took about thirty years to get the sonuvabitch to finally sit down. Well, at least he's gone. Now, if he would just die.
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