How funny is Brian Regan? At one of his live shows last Friday, I got through about 1/4 of his set before my sides started to ache, at which point I HAD TO INVENT A NEW WAY TO LAUGH so that my ribs would stay in the same order they had been when I first walked into the auditorium. I discovered that if I threw my head back, so that my neck made a perfect 90-degree angle from my back, I could actually release my contained laughter while minimizing the pain by at least 60-70%. It turns out that, by necessity, I had to employ this technique several times throughout the night. Otherwise, I might have never made it out alive in order to write this review.
His comedy, as you may have heard, is family-friendly, as well. The worst word I heard that night is "hell"; the closest he came to talking about sex was a reference to childbirth; the most drug-related joke he had mentioned how fun it was to receive morphine while getting treatment at a hospital for a stomach virus. Unfortunately for most parents, this means that they do not have an excuse to go to a Brian Regan show alone, without the kids. Save that for Lewis Black.
