Jim Jefferies isn't the coddling type. He's made his name by pushing boundaries and he's not keen on asking permission to do it. In other words, while some comedians may be prone to reading an audience, proverbially dipping their toes in the water, Jim Jefferies has no qualms with diving in head first without out any reservations.
Twisted and blue as all get-out, the Australian born comedian had barely walked onto the stage before launching into what was one of the most colourful diatribes on pornography the Sony Centre stage has ever facilitated. No act was too kinky or depraved for Jefferies to skip over. Followed up with a hilariously detailed description of his sexual difficulties and hangups, Jefferies made sure anyone who was at all unfamiliar with his work was brought up to speed right away. He tore through all of that with nary as much as a "Hi how are you."
Jefferies isn't all shock humour and impotence jokes though — far from it. If anything, he's quickly becoming known around the world for his political material. He revisited one of his most famous topics, gun control in the United States. Not one to recycle old material, Jefferies approached it from new angle involving protecting one's family with open carry chainsaws, noting that while one can legally walk into an American department store with an assault rifle, but not with a chainsaw.
One of Jefferies' more racy routines involved a system where instead of quelling racial tension in the United States with talk or run of the mill policy changes, Americans might as well reintroduce slavery, only with a two-year rotation on which race's turn it is to be slaves. In his opinion, of course, whites should probably go first.
Jefferies had a plethora of material regarding Canada. Having spent about a quarter of his career touring Canada since moving to North America, he had a hilarious if questionable homespun Canadian impression with incredible stories too numerous and detailed to recall. It doesn't take a great comedian to make Tim Horton's jokes and ridicule Canadian politeness. But somehow, partially through affectation and demeanour, partially through his writing, Jim Jefferies was able to make those tired old topics gut-wrenchingly funny.
Jefferies devoted the last 15 minutes of his show to an adlib rant towards an intoxicated audience member up in the nose bleeds. The fan in particular had been hooting and shouting indecipherable requests intermittently throughout the nearly two-hour set. Finally deciding to give the hooligan his due, Jefferies — with a deep breath of restraint — sat down in his centre stage armchair, leaned back, and proceeded to unleash the most calmly delivered, eloquent, pleasant tirade about the shame and despair that would follow the boisterous heckler all the way to death's doorstep, assuring him that he'd forever be haunted by the memory of 3,200 people at Toronto's Sony Centre thinking he's a complete and utter dick. Clocking in at least three times as long as Norm Macdonald's famous "Moth Walks into a Podiatrist's Office" joke, it was without a doubt one of the finest examples of heckler termination most of the audience will ever encounter.
Twisted and blue as all get-out, the Australian born comedian had barely walked onto the stage before launching into what was one of the most colourful diatribes on pornography the Sony Centre stage has ever facilitated. No act was too kinky or depraved for Jefferies to skip over. Followed up with a hilariously detailed description of his sexual difficulties and hangups, Jefferies made sure anyone who was at all unfamiliar with his work was brought up to speed right away. He tore through all of that with nary as much as a "Hi how are you."
Jefferies isn't all shock humour and impotence jokes though — far from it. If anything, he's quickly becoming known around the world for his political material. He revisited one of his most famous topics, gun control in the United States. Not one to recycle old material, Jefferies approached it from new angle involving protecting one's family with open carry chainsaws, noting that while one can legally walk into an American department store with an assault rifle, but not with a chainsaw.
One of Jefferies' more racy routines involved a system where instead of quelling racial tension in the United States with talk or run of the mill policy changes, Americans might as well reintroduce slavery, only with a two-year rotation on which race's turn it is to be slaves. In his opinion, of course, whites should probably go first.
Jefferies had a plethora of material regarding Canada. Having spent about a quarter of his career touring Canada since moving to North America, he had a hilarious if questionable homespun Canadian impression with incredible stories too numerous and detailed to recall. It doesn't take a great comedian to make Tim Horton's jokes and ridicule Canadian politeness. But somehow, partially through affectation and demeanour, partially through his writing, Jim Jefferies was able to make those tired old topics gut-wrenchingly funny.
Jefferies devoted the last 15 minutes of his show to an adlib rant towards an intoxicated audience member up in the nose bleeds. The fan in particular had been hooting and shouting indecipherable requests intermittently throughout the nearly two-hour set. Finally deciding to give the hooligan his due, Jefferies — with a deep breath of restraint — sat down in his centre stage armchair, leaned back, and proceeded to unleash the most calmly delivered, eloquent, pleasant tirade about the shame and despair that would follow the boisterous heckler all the way to death's doorstep, assuring him that he'd forever be haunted by the memory of 3,200 people at Toronto's Sony Centre thinking he's a complete and utter dick. Clocking in at least three times as long as Norm Macdonald's famous "Moth Walks into a Podiatrist's Office" joke, it was without a doubt one of the finest examples of heckler termination most of the audience will ever encounter.
