Our host for this hour long show of sleight of hand magic and crazed ramblings is a very embittered man! Or so he would have you believe at least. Having managed within the first two minutes of the show no less to denounce the audience as all being “c***s” and to tear apart E4, the sponsor of the venue he sells out almost every evening, the tone is set for an evening at the mercy of a man who, being unable to get work any other time of the year, has decided that the Fringe audiences will be the victims of a serious ear bashing! The audience crease themselves as Jerry proceeds to pour scorn on any and every social group that come to mind. There’s nothing intelligent about his scathing wit, indeed, much of his humor seems to require that you leave your brain at the door, and yet it still seems to be so funny as to reduce the audience to a quivering mass. Even the wheelchair bound chap in the front row seems to be in stitches as Jerry claims “I hate cripples!!” and isn’t afraid of telling you why. The Swiss chap in the second row who Jerry enlists the help of for a trick suffers gladly the Nazi goose stepping and silly accents that are lobbed his way upon giving his “German-sounding” surname. And Jerry does not miss the opportunity to turn his scorn onto himself as he flexes his self-deprecatory muscles. However, Mr Sadowitz does seem to have great belief in his abilities as a magician, as well he should. When he actually gets round to a trick amongst the babbling, the audience are suitably impressed by the Jerry’s card tricks, though occasionally have to be coaxed into a fully enthusiastic round of applause.
Jerry Sadowitz then, is as politically incorrect as they come. He’s not big, he’s not clever, but damn it he’s funny.