Sarah Silverman: Jesus is Magic Reviews
When she's on, Silverman, with her willingness to say anything, can be liberating: a bomb-tossing jester in the blasphemous-and-proud-of-it tradition of Lenny Bruce and Howard Stern.
Bad-taste material, delivered with an insouciance that looks easy until you see lesser comics trying it, is what she does best: killer gags about seven-year-old lesbians and Jews killing Jesus.
What she can do is make you laugh your tonsils out. The fact that she shouldn't be saying those things and you shouldn't be laughing at them makes it even more deliciously painful.
For her first concert film, comedian Sarah Silverman trots out about 40 minutes' worth of her best stand-up material and pads the rest with an assortment of ill-conceived and unfunny skits and musical numbers.
Jesus Is Magic is the second part of the title of comic Sarah Silverman's very funny, very wrong movie, which weaves wacky musical numbers and odd backstage moments with an L.A. performance of her one-woman show.
If you can stand the profanity, the crudeness, and the merciless strafing of all things noble and sacrosanct, then you'll find yourself huddled over in a painful ball of nonstop guffaws.
The movie lures us into that forbidden garden where the funniest things are precisely the things we're not supposed to laugh at, only to yank us out of that paradise and draw our attention to the things it desperately wants us to laugh at.