Is it possible that Jim Breuer has really grown up?
This man that we all grew to love for his dumbo laugh and perma-stoned face raised the Improv’s roof Friday with a routine based largely on autobiographical family comedy.
The show opened with a mildly disappointing bit on the differences between Tampa and Sarasota, which included a particularly grotesque (albeit comedic) impersonation of swamp ass fart sounds and a peppering of “faggots” that continued throughout, reminding us that we were in still Breu-ville. But the overarching theme of Friday’s performance was the Jim Breuer that’s standing on stages today – a happily married man, son of two elderly parents, and doting father to three little girls.
This article appears in Apr 21-27, 2010.