By Anthony Damiao
Published Sep 27, 2017
Judah Friedlander was a stone cold killer at the Royal Theatre. He resembled Charles Manson in Michael Moore’s clothes as he stared out at the audience from beneath a baseball cap with an American flag on the side pulled low over his glasses.
He began the set congratulating the audience in great detail with a pointedly unimpressed tone of voice, which had the sarcasm meter soundly calibrated for the rest of the night. Most of his material consisted of his sardonic, at times brilliantly improvised presidential platform, delivered with pointedly little stage pacing, as though speaking over a podium that wasn’t there.
