What Ezra says. Sarah Silverman's act is pretty funny; the movie doesn't really add anything to it, though, except the padding necessary to achieve a still-unimpressive 72 minute running time.

She's only got one comedic insight, but it's an important one: that horribly offensive jokes can be told without meaning, but still remain funny. To say that the act becomes about the audience's response would be wrong — it's not that thoughtful. It's just about making the folks listening squirm while doubled over with laughter. When her material manages that feat, it's very, very good.

But there's a little too much filler, and her big finale is basically Jim Carey's talking butt bit. Pretty lame. Silverman is very funny, but doesn't appear to have great mainstream commercial prospects, and probably couldn't fill an HBO special. Still, I look forward to many years of bit appearances by her in various alt-comedy productions. Because really: what if David Cross had breasts?