Suddenly there he was, shuffling to the podium: that familiar bald dome, those telltale glasses, the grumpy slouch we’d come to know and love, now stuffed inside a baggy suit that seemed to somehow fit perfectly, and now yelling about American politics instead of golf and wood stains.
The sheer, jubilant force of Haddish’s personality allows her to plant her feet in two distinct cultures at once, without ever feeling out of place in either.
Gilda Radner brought laughter and love to audiences all over with her skits on Saturday Night Live and her one-woman Broadway show.
The earliest comedy I remember with any clarity was created by a famous tragic clown, a circus performer whose painted mouth was perpetually turned down in a frown. Left out of the spotlight, he carried a sledgehammer and ran after the other clowns who wouldn’t have anything to do with him.