![]() "That volatility, that pain-that's the price of brilliance." "These are tortured souls who leave it all out there every night," declares Goldie, the owner of the seedy club where most of the show takes place. They achieve authenticity not by getting laughs but by dishing their secret fears, avarices and perversions to a bunch of voyeuristic strangers. In the world of I'm Dying Up Here, comics succeed not by telling jokes but by ripping their own hearts out on stage. Somebody-Harry Shearer? Al Franken? Memory and Google both fail me-describing one of the grisly bloodbaths among the cast in the early day of Saturday Night Live once said, "It's not comedy if somebody's not crying." That's very much the idea behind Showtime's I'm Dying Up Here, a melodrama about the lives of a group of young stand-up comics scuffling through the comedy-club dives of Los Angeles as they wait for their big break. ![]()
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