There nothing funnier than seeing Eddie Izzard getting stuck in a middle of an adlib. There's something about being a transvestite, especially a well dressed executive transvestite that gives you immunity from any possible embarrassment. As izzard testified himself, his only fear is to fall down.
Falling when wearing high heels is ok if you are woman, but if you are a transvestite, yes, even if you ARE an executive transvestite, falling down in heels is a real disaster.
Izzard adlibs all through his show and it is that stream of unfiltered nonsense that is his charming secret. It is endearing, seeing his eyes move trying to think fast (on his heels) where on earth can he go on from here, where will the river of words, which sometimes seem to be connected with extremely fragile lines of thought will turn next.
So then God created the world, and on the first day he created light and air and fish and jam and soup and potatoes and haircuts and arguments and small things and rabbits and people with noses and jam – more jam, perhaps – and soot and flies and tobogganing and showers and toasters and grandmothers and, uh … Belgium.
And the second day he created fire and water and eggnog and radiators and lights and Burma and things that go "urh" and … and Colonel Gaddafi and Arthur Negus.
On the third day he probably got lists and said, "I can't remember what I've invented now. I've just been ad-libbing so far."
Eddie Izzard is a traditionalist. A revisionist even. He believes in the good old British humor laugh your head off till you wet your pants. Reminds me of old Monty-python skits, with all the characters rolled into one quite disturbed gorgeously made up comedian.
It's not that he didn’t have the usual amount of social commentary, like every respectable stand up comedian should have, but his forte' was in the silliness. In the niceties of the absurd, in the pleasant tongue in cheek of the understated line of jokes.
I grew up in Europe, where the history comes from.
Somehow when Izzard talks religion, it….it …it is just funny. That's it. That is the word I was looking for. Gut splitting hilarious. Huge huge pile of sugar to help the medicine go down, and all accompanied with cheesy vocal sound effects. It's funny.
There's 200,000 gods in Hinduism … and they've got gods like Shiva, the God of Creation and Destruction. Which is a good god to be, 'cause you can go *whoom*[creates thing] "What do you think? Do you like that? You don't like that?" *whoom*[destroys thing] If you're just the God of Creation, you're going *whoom* "Do you like that? You don't? All right, I'll put it in the garage … shit, I haven't got a garage!" *whoom*[creates garage]
And some things? Some things you really can't argue with…
Scrabble was invented by Nazis to piss off kids with dyslexia. This is true, they proved this one.
The word dyslexia was invented by Nazis to piss off kids with dyslexia."
Of course, as any Brit executive transvestite, Izzard has his Nazi obsession, and everybody knows there is nothing funnier than a Nazi "fuckhead" (Eddie's quote, not mine…)
"Pope Pius XII was meant to go and castigate Hitler for being a [air quotes] "Genocidal Fuckhead …[air quotes again] with bunny rabbit ears".
But he didn't, he wimped out, and for that history has renamed that Pope as "Pope Gutless Bastard I."
Pol Pot killed one point seven million Cambodians, died under house arrest, well done there. Stalin killed many millions, died in his bed, aged seventy-two, well done indeed.
And the reason we let them get away with it is they killed their own people. And we're sort of fine with that. Hitler killed people next door. Oh, stupid man. After a couple of years we won’t stand for that, will we?"