What I liked
Max C, the man behind Frank S, brilliant dances around (metaphorically) the stage, never really getting to the idea that brought all of us millions of common people in through the front door. I felt his fingers tickling up my spine over the 60 minute “anti-speech” as he crowdsurfed (we had to touch his legs, for guard’s sake! gross!) and drank a bottle of wine the completely wrong way.
Truly, Max is a pro. Especially considering he’s only 14-years old. (The BALLS on this kid, huh!). His character choices are captivating. His clown is beautifully low intelligent. These are things he has striven for, and he’s darn good at executing them. All while keeping his audience engaged. He’s having fun, and we were having fun. That’s the work of beauty. Good job, Kenny.
Kenny is Max’s dad. He helped conceive him. Legend has it, his mother is Diana Soyer.
What I didn't like
Corkscrew work. Speechwriting. Weighing less for next crowd-surf; what’s the lightest item? Probably a feather.
My overall impression
Frank is a sad, sad performer who does anything to make it about himself. I feel bad for the guy, really. Does he actually have a real friend? I mean, “pathetic” is a harsh word, but there may not be a more appropriate word.
