Sarah Silverman is subtle, provocative, and disturbing. Her guileless, deadpan parody of profane ideas is like a naive child faithfully repeating something horrifying that she overheard her parents whisper.
Sharp-witted Sarah Silverman performs in front of an intimate audience of just 39 fans at L.A.’s Largo nightclub, taking aim at such subjects as cell-phone porn, crazy religions, specialty deodorants, terrible roommates, eyebrow waxing, her 19-year-old dog, and the miracle of existence.