There’s a kind of comic who’s seen less and less in today’s broken, elective inclining comic drama scene. He subsists with little falsification and has a noisy certainty that is grounded in compelling mindfulness. This sort of comic has an edge of alpha maleness held within proper limits by a readiness to announce his own inadequacies. Since he’s happy with making himself the victim of a joke, he feels advocated and all around prepared to point his deliberate look at all objectives. Funnies of this kind are a diminishing breed, embodied by folks such as Bill Burr, Colin Quinn, Dave Attell, Nick DiPaolo, and, obviously, Jim Norton.
Norton lives in a world he sees overflowing with hypocrisy, false shock, political accuracy, and sweeping ineptitude. Furthermore, he sees these societal surrenders all over, to such an extent that his image of comic drama is best depicted as social critique.