Glenn Wool: You Don't Go to Hell for Eating Elephants
Glenn Wool avoids swearing. But he's no soft-bellied sap. It's simply that he doesn't find swearing shocking or offensive enough for his first concert film, You Don't Go To Hell For Eating Elephants. In fact, with talent like Wool's, it only takes one tightly-woven stand-up set to insult every major religion (plus a few minor ones and Alcoholics Anonymous for good measure); make a meta-joke about God being mentally handicapped (and then explain, in legal terms, why the audience actually isn't allowed to be put off by that joke); and share a good half dozen sepia-toned anecdotes about illicit drug use. While he's on a roll, he goes on to encourage the interrogation and torture of Dick Cheney (''He says it works!''); use the phrases ''antelope in a top hat'' and ''the conductor position;'' hypothetically whore out the population of Iceland; and deftly explain why it is that a gangsta rapper will never be scarier than a guy in head-to-toe Brooks Brothers. Some of this description may, indeed, be from his CD release of the same time, Let Your Hands Go. It's up to you to find out which parts.
Starring Glenn Wool
Director Fergus March