... and a rollercoaster of a piece it is! this much I can clearly tell, despite viewing it in between vomiting sessions on a chilly Sunday evening on the 1st of December.
Mălăele, the stand-up comedian -- visibly distinct, you see, albeit not that different from Mălăele, the actor, or the director, or the writer, even -- greets his audience with an innocent joke or two, then lures them in with a snarky comment or two, and just when they thought he'd make another funny, he blasts them with a poem that's neither amusing nor solemn, yet both happy and sad, so happy and so sad that the viewer's stuck pendulating between laughter and crying, râsu'-plânsu' de-a dreptul, nu alta.
And on he goes, then: poem, joke, story, story, poem, story that's actually a joke, poem that's actually a story and so on and so forth, that by the end of it you've no choice but to love the man... yes, that ugly, bald blind man with his glasses in his hand. He's a blind man, he says, but even then much less blinder than the most of us.
He often stutters, and it's obvious the stutter's intentional. You tell me what sort of feeling that brings to life in you.
If I'd have something to bitch about, it's that I knew about a third of his material before watching the show. I guess that's the "world wide" fucking web for you. Ironically, I viewed it at Nedelcu's club called "The Fool" -- you've heard of him, haven't you? he's YouTube famous. And hadn't he invited there a man who's clearly more experienced and more skilled than himself, I would have liked his club a lot less, though perhaps still quite a bit.
Anyway, if you happen to understand Romanian and you ever have the chance to give Mălăele your money, do it. He deserves it, and then some.
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