Who finds this peurile, lazily constructed pap funny? Well, apparently people who have never seen good comedy before and given this garbage 9 and 10 out of 10 ratings. Kreischer's silly "secret time" announcements are a form of one-liner comedy so worn out that it literally felt like I was watching a 30 year old comedy special hosted by Louis Anderson or Stephen Wright but not nearly as funny given that Kreischer is the first to laugh at his own jokes half the time. Chappelle, CK, Seinfeld, Gadsby, Silverman, Jeffries all have nothing to worry about in terms of competition from this twaddle spewing fraud who takes the lazy route, unable to craft any type of sophisticated joke and, instead, relies on being shirtless and relating unfunny personal anecdotes that he squeezes for all the forced chuckle juice he can extract that, while funny to him, inspires nothing but a kind of Inquirer-esque titillation from his "I'm-here-for-a-comedy-special-so-I'm-gonna-laugh-dammit" audience. He is, however, laughing all the way to the bank because the societal bar is so low right now or the state of worldly affairs is so traumatizing, there is no end to people who desperately want to find hilarity where there is none. What a disappointment.
Review of Bert Kreischer: Secret Time
