Jenny McCarthy's Dirty Sexy Funny: TV Review
11 p.m. Friday, February 14 (Epix)
Levity Entertainment Group
Jenny McCarthy gathers comedians for a wan Vegas showcase, peppered with skits, that bares all without revealing anything.
In her five minute stand-up routine during Dirty Sexy Funny, comedian Tammy Pescatelli refers to the event, at the Hard Rock Casino in Vegas, as "the Blue Collar Comedy Tour for whores." The one-hour comedy special on Epix, hosted by The View's Jenny McCarthy, features five comedians who, as the special puts it, "put everything out in the open." After McCarthy introduces them as great but, "I mean, they can't pop ping pong balls out of their pussy like me," viewers may swiftly wish things would be put back away.
McCarthy doesn't participate in any stand-up herself -- she blows off the suggestion early with a clear statement: "I'm totally fucking not." But in between the other bits, she has short skits on topics like lying to her kid, what women think about during sex, and the dreaded walk of shame, which ends with, "who hasn't fucked a taxi driver? My pussy smelled like curry for a month."
Delicate turns of phrase such as this set the bar Dirty Sexy Funnyhumor. Even more unfortunately, the bright spot in these skits is a man, the very antithesis of what the special is supposed to be about. McCarthy's boyfriend Donnie Wahlberg appears in a short about online dating (she recently appeared on his show Wahlburgers), playing each of the potential (insane) dates. That performance is a highlight -- the rest of the skits fall flat, and represent Dirty Sexy Funny's phoned-in feeling.
For their part, the comedic sets range from the boring to the caustic, though all the women base their short bits on one of two perspectives: young slut or old whore. The novelty of crass female comics has long worn off, and when there's not enough good observational material or delivery to bolster a set filled with jokes about MILFs and cougars, it just feels stale.
Covering well-trod ground, Justine Morino discusses going to get donuts on a Friday because she's single, and mimes a bad hand-job, while Paul Bel bitterly spews (as is her wont) about sex with sixth graders, and rants about why gay men are so happy. Tiffany Haddish livens things up at the end with a manic set that incorporates some genuinely funny lines like "my baby toe is dead in these five dollar shoes, who wants some? I smell good credit in here …" along with an extended comment about flatulence and sex, which, in its defense, does actually stay on theme with Dirty Sexy Funny's desire to "be real."
It is Lynne Koplitz, though, who gets the biggest response from the audience, with a sincere statement detailing how men should not "hold down something that's being choked," in response to men pushing on women's heads during oral sex. Koplitz isn't even making a joke, she's just flat-out saying "it's rude," and her illustrations are meant to be thought-provoking, not necessarily for laughs.
These are the only few minutes of the otherwise tired special that resonate. Most of Jenny McCarthy's Dirty Sexy Funny is filled with stale jokes, wrapped in vulgarity for its own sake. It doesn't equal funny, and as a showcase for female comics on a male-skewing channel in particular, it's a tragically wasted opportunity.