My overall impression
Uncle Jermy (Jeremy Guskin) should be ashamed of himself making us cackle like that at all those crazy, un-PC, often hysterically funny, whacked-out comedy bits that he crammed into the blender that is his creator-head and served up for his late-night audience (which was plentiful and enviable in its size, proportions and volume on the laugh-meter.)
From a funny rubber-legged Conor Lane as Mr. Birthday, to the drolly deadpan cleaning lady – Mala Madson, to the Nazified Paul Eiding, from a child chef guzzling kitchen chemicals, and a very funny Chris MacEwan, to the Applepan Sisters: Tara Jayn and the riotously spastic Natalie Lynch leering at Jermy’s mid-parts – this is a guilty pleasure.
Jermy’s near-satanic mien reminded me of Soupy Sales and the even more ancient TV kid komic Pinky Lee (Pincus Leff) who fired up that famous kid-friendly kinescope smile, except Pinky was for real – he was always trying. Jermy is torpedoing, sending up, putting the hit on all the old children’s TV programming tropes, making for a very funny evening of new-variety-cabaret-as-kid-show.
Jermy puts PC where it belongs…in the WC.
