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Their stories are better crafted, obviously; theyre compelling, kinetic, and anchored by fleshed-out beats.
But theres a breathless quality to them.
Martin is constantly interrupting themself and referring to the audience as guys.
This bit starts with a deceptively flimsy premise that necessitates a preface of Stay with me.
Dont you think its kind of embarrassing that were adults and we still have rooms?
Martin asks, an observation sparked by spending an excess of time indoors during the pandemic.
But then Martin twists this into something more profound.
Were like, Im me, they continue, returning to the child-alien voice.
Im myself in my room.
I have one Himalayan salt lamp.
Yes I do, and Im me.
Youre like, I put it on the shelf.
That is my personality on display for all to see.
No one else is me.
Then Martin heightens the bit further.
I always visualize every experience that we collect as like a little novelty snow globe.
Were just going around being like, One time I saw Antonio Banderas at the airport.
Yes, I did.
And no one else is me.
They pantomime palming an imaginary snow globe and placing it on a shelf.
Someone will be showing you their snow globe, and youre trying to be a good listener.
How wonderful to be yourself as well.
Yes, waiting for your moment to be like, And me as well!
But its also the ideal union of message and messenger.
But not every special has a bit that features this level of craft.
