There is a brief introduction to this comedy concert film in which a stage magician produces Mitch in a magic trick, justifying the title. After that, Mr. Fatel talks for about forty minutes and all he talks about is sex. He does this in a sniggering tone of voice, sort of like Bobcat Goldthwaite, giving you the air of a small boy talking dirty except for brief interludes when he imitates someone else, and then his voice briefly changes to that of a normal adult. He still speaks about sex, and nothing else.
His jokes are good, but after a while it began to wear on me and I hoped that he would speak of something else. Even the bluest of comedians talked about other things, but not Mr. Fatel. Perhaps your interest will keep up for the full event, but mine certainly flagged.
His jokes are good, but after a while it began to wear on me and I hoped that he would speak of something else. Even the bluest of comedians talked about other things, but not Mr. Fatel. Perhaps your interest will keep up for the full event, but mine certainly flagged.
