We won’t—so don’t ask.
No retelling of the dirty jokes in the Dirty Joke Show, the cheerfully lewd laugh-fest starring machine-gunning gag-meister Geechy Guy that’s reopened at the Rio’s King’s Room after two years at Hooters Hotel.
Guy is why you’re here, assuming you’re comfy with d— and p— punch lines. Tossing “joke grenades”—clever wordplay that takes a beat before the audience gets it—combined with his twitchy energy, he’s a blast to watch, working in his trademark supersonic style. (Guy holds the Guinness World Record for telling 676 jokes in one hour.)
After Guy’s fairly clean stand-up followed by unnecessary, hit-and-miss shtick from Mickey Joseph (The Rat Pack Is Back) on opening night, the Dirty Joke Show got to its raison d’être: smutty hilarity. Nominally structured as a semi-play, the jokesters interacting with each other rather than the audience, it’s a three-comic volley—except it really isn’t. Initially, Rob Sherwood and Zach Risen came onstage to trade one-liners, soon joined by Guy. Funny? Extremely—between Guy and Sherwood, another zestful comedian. Strangely, this largely becomes a two-hander, Risen mostly idling in neutral. Using a slower, sometimes hesitant delivery when he does break in, Risen puts the brakes on the pace and seems an afterthought, less participant than prop.
Subtract him from the equation—or goose his rhythm and make him a full partner—and this breathless, blush-inducing joke barrage is a small jewel of filthy fun.
Actually, you deserve a taste of what you’ll get, courtesy of GG, who asked what one saggy breast (yes, he used another word) told the other: “If we hang around here long enough, people will think we’re nuts.”
NOSH ON NOTES: Two newbies are set to launch into Planet Hollywood’s orbit the same night. Countdown to June 22, when Surf: The Musical, based on the Beach Boys’ repertoire, round-round-gets-around to previews, eyeing a July 17 opening at the hotel’s showroom. Meanwhile, Evil Dead: The Musical rises from what producers hope won’t be a graveyard at David Saxe’s V Theater, playing 10 p.m. Fridays and 11:30 p.m. Saturdays.
Give it up to PH for taking alternative routes in two directions. Rather than importing jukebox musicals that proved themselves elsewhere (i.e., Jersey Boys and upcoming Rock of Ages at the Venetian), they’re gambling on Surf, which not only follows a failed Beach Boys Broadway musical—2005’s Good Vibrations—but is being road-tested right here. Equally unproven, at least in this high-powered environment, is Evil Dead, which began as a community production at the Onyx Theatre and relocates from the Plaza’s Insurgo Theater Movement. We’ll see whether their guts are rewarded with glory. …
Can a little more time do Rich Little a lot of good? Jimmy Stewart & Friends, his tribute to the late movie great—and excuse to impersonate a legion of legends—had its LVH run extended through July 4, but sharpening his hoped-for Broadway hit seems unlikely. True, Stewart is iconic, but given his even-keel life—no addictions, affairs or studio battles—there’s little dramatic propulsion. Little’s affection is admirable, but if Stewart were sent this script, he’d have sent it back.
STRIP POSTSCRIPT: Answering a woman who was stubbornly interactive with him, Geechy Guy tossed off this silencer: “Where did you learn to whisper, lady—in a helicopter?”