There are many reasons the average festival goer would want to avoid Jerry Sadowitz. His menacing appearance, his caustic wit and the ubiquity of the word fuck wherever Jerry goes (Is it a verb? Is it an adjective? It doesn’t matter, Jerry will stick it anywhere).
Jerry does not merely interact with the audience but swoops down to ruthlessly assassinate: picking out the most ripe candidate with hawk-like vigilance, he then proceeds to cut them to ribbons for your entertainment. This may seem unappealing to the more timid amongst us, because everyone is a potential victim, but it is this perverse ambulance chasing feeling that makes Jerry so compelling. Simply being in the audience is an adrenaline pumping risk, the fear makes you laugh harder and louder, because you don’t know when he’s going to stop torturing that poor schmo and then turn on you. However, Jerry’s guerrilla comedy might be a little too much if it weren’t for the childish glee he exudes while administering his punishment. Just remind yourself it’s only an hour long and Jerry’s slaggings are possibly more cathartic than the most expensive therapists (we”ve all got inadequacies but at least our noses aren’t as big as Jerry’s).
So go along to Jerry Sadowitz, laugh at other peoples’ short comings and get in line for your own public execution.
5/5
Simon Patrick Biggs
