![]() I can’t remember who recommended James Acaster to me, but for whatever reason I went against my normal instinct and watched the first episode of Repertoire on Netflix. And I am definitely too old to change in any meaningful way now whatever rut I’m in is permanent. Someone standing up in front of me saying, “here’s a joke,” or loosely disguising a joke beneath a true story that is probably fake, doesn’t press my buttons. I am all for brilliant people trying to make me laugh, but for whatever reason, I require a degree of misdirection. I understood why these performers were good, and I understood why the material should be funny, but the format felt antiquated and superficial in a way that put me off. The best way I can explain it is that watching stand-up felt the same as watching a TV show with a laugh track. That show seemed brilliant, but Louis C.K.’s stand-up did nothing for me. In many cases, I loved different types of art created by stand-ups, like FX’s Louie. Not even the cool stand-up I was supposed to like, by performers like Demetri Martin or Eugene Mirman or whoever. As a comedy fan, I loved TV, movies, live improv (I spent three years in New York City essentially living at UCB), sketch, podcasts…literally any other form of the medium. For the longest time, I couldn’t really enjoy stand-up comedy, but I kept this opinion to myself because it sounded snobby.
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