The time: evening, a few nights ago.
The place: a big theater, sold out to see Sarah Silverman.
She's a funny lady, that Sarah Silverman. She really has taken comedy to a new place, with her ability to look someone in the face and offend them to their core yet get away with it. Yet in every joke there is a certain level of honesty. Hmm.
But really, her Comedy Central show The Sarah Silverman Program is a half hour long, which is important to keep in mind; because there at the theater, we saw about thirty minutes or so of (very funny) raunch, debating such topics as the hyprocricy of Jews who drive German cars (which were first created to exterminate Jews, the group of people who would eventually become their best customers: "any Jew would tell you, that's just not good business.")
And then...she ran out of things to say. Literally, she stood at the microphone, just babbling and breathing and not saying much. Show's over. A few people left. But the rest of us sat there, waiting for something to happen.
Towards the end, she pointed out her father in the audience. How nice, he lives in Boca Raton, a suburb up north. She was so excited to come for a visit, it's been too long since she's seen him. And then it all became clear: She really didn't have a show to do. She was just doing it for the free plane ticket.
The verdict: stick to the televised version. She benefits from editing.