Sarah Silverman booed in England
Is it possible that boo means something else in the UK than it does here? Sarah Silverman had her UK standup debut over the weekend for a crowd of 3,600 at the Hammersmith Apollo. Tickets were reported to be 45 pounds, which, I don’t know, is that like 20 zillion American dollars at this point? The point is it’s a lot of money, and considering the buzz around Silverman these days, apparently the crowd expected more than forty minutes of material.
When she tried to wrap the show up after the aforementioned forty minutes, the crowd called for an encore. With nothing more prepared, she did an impromptu question and answer session and then left, “embarrassed.”
According to the BBC, people shouted stuff like “I want my money back!” and, “You’re over-hyped!” which I think are two very impressively complicated phrases to be pronounced loudly and clearly over a crowd of 3,600. British people are so eloquent. While McCain Palin supporters are all shouting about Arabs and saying ‘boo’ and stuff, the British are all like, “I must respectfully point out that I am disappointed! Cheerio!”
The reporting on the incident has been remarkable. According to the Daily Telegraph,
It seemed to have escaped her mind to hit us with the two songs that made her a YouTube phenomenon – ‘I’m F***ing Matt Damon’ – or her recent rap ‘The Great Schlep’, which encourages Jews to visit their grandparents in Florida to persuade them to vote for Obama.
Um… ‘The Great Schlep’ is not a rap.
And in the BBC article, they quote someone named ‘Audience Member Rob’ (which I’m assuming because he is British is preceded by ‘Lord’ and followed by ‘Esquire’). Lord Audience Member Rob Esquire says:
If you can’t produce a single slice of new material, then don’t put on a show in the first place.
Well put, Sir Rob. But this makes me think this is all just one big cultural misunderstanding. Maybe in jolly old England you cook your comedy up into neat little pies and slice it up and hand it out, but everyone knows that American comedy doesn’t come in “slices.” It comes in bags, lit on fire and left on your doorstep. The doorbell rings and no one’s there, just a flaming bag of comedy that you have to stomp out and ruin your boots.
Wait, what was I talking about again?