Before he became the President-Elect, Trump was still a blowhard and a bully. Now he has the ultimate “bully pulpit” from which to trumpet his ideas and plans and build more of his own empire. As he would tweet, SAD.
His ego was truly stroked when Taiwan called to congratulate him. Not content with taking the call against US interests and precedents, DJT had to tweet about it. (New developments: December 2, 2016.)
Believe me when I tell you he can certainly blow his own horn. In fact, he’s famous for it, but when the man with the yellow face and huge ego comes out, give him a trumpets-blaring welcome. …
The woman seated next to me at the Irish Arts Center is drinking a beer and the couple in front each have a glass of wine. I realize this isn’t going to be a typical evening of theater. The audience is youngish with a smattering of children (which seems a tad odd as what ensues is liberally laced with the f-word and many sexual references) and here for a good time.
That’s what they get with Selfie, a one-man sketch comedy, playing through September 27th, and starring “incomparable” Pat Shortt, who won Best Actor at the 2008 IFTA (Irish Film and Television Awards) for his work in the (serious) film, Garage. Shortt, a man with a significant career in film, stage and TV, apparently has serious acting chops and was hailed for his Broadway performance in The Cripple of Inishman.
We first see Shortt wearing a blond, curly wig and hat, standing at the side with a press badge and camera around his neck. He mingles with the audience who are delighted to be addressed as “Billy” or “Maureen” and don’t mind when he moves them to other seats. Selfie is stand-up physical comedy broadly played, starting with Shortt as singing undertaker Mossy Burke who hauls people onstage and then marches them into the lobby carrying a coffin– part of the Irish fascination with death, perhaps a way to cast off fear. After the intermission in which sandwiches are passed as part of the “funeral,” Shortt appears in uniform as a member of the Garda, (Irish police force), relaying “anecdotes” including one about a theft from a house where the occupant left the window wide open. This bit includes projections on a screen that were greeted with hilarity.
At many times during the evening the stage filled with smoke (which made no sense to me.) Shortt accompanies himself on the guitar and many of his songs, including The Jumbo Breakfast Roll, a number he’s famous for, and Selfie, about–wink wink nudge nudge– masturbation, are both musically engaging and pretty funny.
Clearly, Shortt is enormously talented, although I had trouble getting his humor. Selfie seems to make the most impact if you’re Irish or have Irish family in the way that many Jews idolize Jackie Mason (humor I also don’t cotton to.) The ways in which the actor pokes fun at himself and others is an acquired taste and, as with some other Irish offerings, I suspect I’m not the only American who has a little trouble understanding his accent and many references.
If you’re Irish, enjoy the craic (fun); if not, well, Stephen Colbert is back and there’s always the Donald.