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| - It's a bit depressing to note that we walked away from this show talking about the opening band. I've seen my share of cover bands (even played in an AC/DC tribute band for a while, but that's another story), and these guys were incredibly tight with great harmonies. Bonus points to them for having to not only watch Frank's act each night, but act as if they're watching someone really funny for the first time.
Now on to Frank: I do not think anyone would debate his talent, as he is without a doubt a gifted impressionist (is that an appropriate word usage in this case, or did I just compare him to Degas?). I've even watched him do 5-7 minute segments on youtube where he has been quite funny showing, for example, how Al Pacino's voice modulation is akin to multiple personality disorder. In this show, it was as if he was channeling Robin Williams' stream of consciousness style of comedy, and it just did not work. He lost the audience early on, and then attempted to make light of the situation for the rest of the show. It's never a good sign when you can hear the air conditioning humming in a room of this size.
As Sir Charles would say, "That's just trble."
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