Conversations about Amy Schumer's comedy tend to be swallowed up by the larger Amy Schumer conversation. You know, that whole thing about her meteoric rise to mainstream success, the extent to which she is a noteworthy feminist voice, about how she spends time with Jennifer Lawrence now and boy that sure is something we all need to talk about, and so on. She's also divisive in the sense that some people consider her to be a genius while other people appear exasperated at her recent "overexposure" in the press. Most of the people who write off all of her work before actually watching it seem to come from that generic pool of misogynistic internet trolls, but I digress.
The easiest way to develop an informed opinion about her work, naturally, is to watch it, and I decided to finally do so by checking out her latest stand-up special. It was... totally alright! Nothing about her set felt revelatory, and her habit of slipping into an exaggerated voice as an intentionally dumb/offensive caricature of herself got a little stale, but she has some solid material.
Many of the sharper observations she made happened to come from a feminist point of view. Her skewering of gendered double standards in casting for Hollywood movies, for example, was enjoyable, including her understandable hatred for everything about "Zookeeper." It really is kind of absurd that the bumbling Kevin James-es and Adam Sandlers of the world continue to be paired up with beautiful women who fall for them unconditionally. Her palpable frustration with being pigeonholed as a "sex comic" also rings true. Plenty of great male comedians repeatedly bring up their sex lives and genitalia in their routines and they never seem to be placed in a box for that.
Her actual sexual humor wasn't all that great, though. Toward the end of the special, she got into a rut of just rattling off names of various sexual acts, and it came close to falling completely flat for me. Fortunately, when she prompted someone in the audience to shout out one of their own favorite names, a younger guy volunteered to his mother's overt dismay. It was a lot of fun to watch his mom recoil in horror while he gleefully shouted out some nonsense about a "raging dragon" or whatever.
In the end, I wouldn't call myself a newly converted fan of Schumer's, but some of the vitriol that she receives is completely baffling. Can't we go back to the good old days where we all focused on how terrible Jeff Dunham is?