Several joke SPOILERS ahead.
William Drayton aka Flavor Flav, he who rocks the clock necklace and is rap's hype man of all hype men, as well as a dubious reality TV star, gets his kiester fully roasted - and it's a show well worth the watching. This laugh-a-second event, debuting on television August 12, 2007 on Comedy Central, is definitely not for the faint-hearted. The humor is abundantly vulgar and oh-so-scandalous. I was startled that the uncut version (but with commercials) was televised until I remembered the same thing was done for a re-airing of the Pamela Anderson roast. But this one...daaammn. This one'll rip your guts out as you laugh and maybe collapse in shock off your sofa and onto your back pocket. Nothing is taboo, nothing is too PC. The things they say...
The festivities begin with a pre-opening credits assist from his Public Enemy cohort Chuck D, who drops him off and then skeddadles the hell out ("Chuck D wanted to be here tonight...but D stands for Dignity."). Then Katt Williams is introduced as the Roast Master. Now Katt Williams may style himself as a comedic pimp, but he's a short, tiny dude, a fact which doesn't go unnoticed by the dais. But Williams guides the show well and brings it with his brand of urban humor, even if he does sound remarkably like Eddie Griffin.
The professional comics do themselves proud, leaving no stone unturned and no guest on stage untouched. First roaster Greg Giraldo has a great line regarding Ice-T's age: "You're so old, the first thing you bought with your record deal money was your freedom." CarrotTop may well have tied with Lisa Lampanelli in "who got themselves torn a new one" department, although he held his own when his turn came (but, yes, he brought out the props). Jimmy Kimmel, Jeffrey Ross, and Pat Oswald, who all must be on some sort of Comedy Central roast retainer, strafed the dais with blistering disses. A comedienne named Sommore is decent. Even the rappers took a turn with the jokes and came up with some good zingers; I particularly like Snoop Dogg's bag on his buddy Ice-T about his music (don't get it twisted, I'm a fan of Ice-T's; the jokes were just way funny). Meanwhile, Snoop also busted a rhyme acapella. Finally, there's a reason Lisa Lampanelli, the potty mouthed Queen of Mean, is saved for the closer position. She is just howlingly funny. And, yes, predictably, she again brought down the house. Meanwhile, the Flavor of Love girls were in the audience and did not pass unscathed.
Regarding the man of the hour himself, Flavor Flav, this is the cleanest joke I can divulge, and it's from the cranky Jeffrey Ross: "Starving children send you 50 cents a day." The rest of the stuff is just too filthy to mention. As I've said, the shock factor is pretty high. There are brutal references to Magic Johnson, Michael Vick, James Brown's corpse, and even Chris Benoit. So, as a warning, if you can't stand the heat, if your feelings are easily ruffled, if you're of the uptight persuasion and tend to say things like, "Well, I never!" - well, then, don't.
The only one of the roasters to fail abjectly is Bridgitte Nielsen, who comes off as trying too hard and, worse, just isn't funny. I felt as awkward for her as I felt bad for the fumbling Farrah Fawcett in the Comedy Central Roast of William Shatner (Uncensored). Flavor Flav, when it was time for him to give as good as he got, didn't. But that's okay. Folks expecting this cat to be out-of-the-blue funny and witty is inhaling too much around Snoop. For me, this show's not about Flavor Flav. It's about the jokes. And, in that regard, I got my money's worth.
Also, it's nice to see Spinderella (of Salt 'n Pepa) once again spinning the wheels of steel. Damn, that DJ made my day.