Eddie Izzards heady and manic standup routines ramble like some Ritalin-popping offspring of a transvestite and my favorite Baileys-and-coffee-swilling professor. Someones killed 100,000 people, said Izzard in Dressed to Kill. Were almost going, Well done! You killed 100,000 people? You must get up very early in the morning. I cant even get down to the gym! Your diary must look odd: Get up in the morning, death, death, death, death, death, death, death lunch death, death, death afternoon tea death, death, death quick shower. So I suppose were glad that Pol Pots under house arrest 1.7 million people. At least we know where he is. Just dont go in that fucking house, you know?
These stream-of-consciousness tirades poke into everything from evil giraffes (I will eat all the leaves!) to martial arts, Pavlovs cats, James Bond, stoned Olympics and twangy Americanized Robin Hood. In Izzards world, Sean Connery plays the role of Noah building a speedboat, Achilles should have put his foot in a fuck-off block of concrete, Hitler lost WWII because he never played Risk, the grim reaper should upgrade to a lawnmower, and the Spanish Inquisition would never have worked in the Church of England (Tea and cake or death!).
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Tonight starting at 8 p.m. at the Paramount Theatre, 1621 Glenarm Place, Izzards new one-man show, Stripped, will take aim at a whole new crop of bizarre shit. Tickets are $39 to $59. For more information, call 303-623-0106 or go to www.paramountdenver.com.
Tue., July 29, 8 p.m.; Wed., July 30, 8 p.m., 2008