Bold Netflix series gives rising comics 15-minute spotlight
Comedy Lineup provides platform for performers who are up-and-coming
So many standup specials are released these days that it is easy to miss how radically the art form has evolved. Part of the reason Ali Wong’s
Hard Knock Wife and Hannah Gadsby’s Nanette have made such an impact is that they were thematically and structurally coherent, their jokes integrated into the special the way scenes fit into the plot of a play.
The status and ambition of the specials’ directors have also grown, shifting from craftsmen for hire to stylists to the auteur Bo Burnham, whose distinctive work with Jerrod Carmichael and Chris Rock reveals editing and camerawork in dialogue with set-ups and punch lines.
And this week represents another shift as Netflix releases the first half of The Comedy
Lineup, eight bite-sized specials that run for 15 minutes each (the second batch arrives in early fall), a common allotment of time for a club set but not for televised standup. Most specials have traditionally been about an hour or a half-hour, with late-night TV sets running around five minutes, but the flexibility of the internet has destroyed the idea of a standard. Yet what makes The Comedy Lineup an exciting addition is not the length of the specials, but Netflix’s attempt to give a platform to comics who are not household names. One of the open secrets of live standup is that the most famous names are rarely the funniest ones on the bill. They do not have the time or often the hustle to really hone sets. Of course, novices are too green to be the funniest either. The Comedy Lineup provides a delightful sampler of the performers in between.
If you like bruising New York club comedy with contempt for conventional wisdom, definitely try Tim Dillon, a raspy-voiced standup who does pugnacious bits on the class structure of Instagram and the ethics of punching Richard Spencer. He gets more laughs in 15 minutes than Ricky Gervais does in an hour, even though some of the tension of Dillon’s live performance is lost in translation.
Michelle Buteau is another explosive New York comic who has been the highlight of many local shows without ever getting a big break. While she is enough of a regular on the pod- cast and HBO show 2 Dope Queens that she has been anointed the unofficial third queen, this set might be the best introduction to her work yet. “It’s been a really interesting year for me because a lot of my guy friends came out as predators,” she deadpans.
These eight specials are more topical than most of the recent Netflix hours, with three other comics (Jak Knight, Sam Jay and Toronto’s Sabrina Jalees) mixing in #MeToo material with solid sets. Seeing the same subject matter covered makes you realize how common parallel thinking is in standup. Both Buteau and Knight use the phrase “read the room” (although she adds a curse to it).
Jay, a sly writer for Saturday Night Live with a propulsive delivery, ties the sexual harassment stories and the rise of Donald Trump to a larger trend: the decline of white men. “We don’t know how to handle white guys needing something,” she says, pointing to the stunts of Jackass as an early sign: “That was white dudes crying for help.”
Unlike late-night television sets, 15 minutes is long enough to get into an involved argument or complex bit but short enough that every joke counts. This puts a premium on the start and end of the set.
Young comedians’ most common opening move is to poke fun at the way they look. You can find a classic example in The Comedy Lineup by Taylor Tomlinson when she acknowledges how wholesome she appears, describing herself as accessible, “like a shower curtain in Target.” Before you pigeonhole her, she does it for you: “Men don’t even picture me naked,” she says. “They picture me helping their mom on Easter.”
In bolder set, the British-Malaysian comic Phil Wang draws attention to this cliché style of joke before adding a sideways twist that hints at how this entire genre caters to stereotypes.
“If you look at me, right, and squint really hard,” he says, swivelling his head and shifting his tone: “That’s racist.”
This joke provides a nice bookend to an inventively funny closer by Ian Karmel, a commanding comic who came out of the Portland, Oregon scene. Toward the end of his accomplished set, he says that the “social contract” of standup requires that you end with a big joke, preferably one that calls back to an earlier bit. “That’s what’s supposed to happen, right?” he says. “Not tonight.”