Friday, November 30, 8 p.m.
The Fargo Theatre
Tickets: $26, plus fees
I really like Brian Posehn. He’s wildly and inappropriately funny, and I consider him a perfect counterpart to his Comedians of Comedy mates Patton Oswalt, Maria Bamford, and Zach Galifianakis. Where Oswalt’s comedy, for example, relies on subtlety and substantial strings of heady windedness, Posehn is a potty-mouthed sledgehammer (his most recent comedy album is titled Fart and Weiner Jokes). Also, Bamford’s psychological musings aside, he’s the most self-deprecating.
Most compelling about Posehn’s comedy is his larger-than-life representation of modern American masculinity, one that’s enthusiastic and open about obsessions with “lowbrow” culture: metal music, comic books, video games, bad food, and … um … solitary eroticism. He’s the nerdly everyman for a fanboy/manboy 21st century, an age of suspended adolescence and devotion to family, and guys who want to be guys but still be respectful to women. If you are, or know, a guy like this, Posehn is the guy for you.