Kurt has been listening and observing all absurd, annoying and irritating things we all go through. With great comic timing and physical comedy (he delivers some of his performance while standing upside down!), he paints such a relatable picture through vivid spot on characters and sometimes spontaneous interaction with the audience. Saw the second performance and he mentioned it had changed from the first show a week ago. I’m sure this is an evolving show and look forward to the final version.

I know Kurt from way back, although it’s been a minute, and as a friend I kept wanting to interrupt the show and ask, “Dude, are you okay??” His anxiety twitched in his lean frame, his roving hands, and the set of his jaw. Then I realized – oh, ACTING!
Not to mention, a kind of mirror: Don’t we all dwell on the absurdities, indignities & annoyances of life (maybe not exactly his list; I don’t have a problem with all the “-doodle” dogs) and wonder if our fixation on those banalities are really projections of deeper, darker hostilities?
The brilliance of this show, however, is that Kurt never airs those angers, but represses them – and spit out an *id* “Mad Man” – a superhero who superego Kurt is no good at summoning.
That’s the fun of this show. It’s not really about unresolved rage. It’s about smothered gripes. Anyone can rage. But repressing it? That’s ACTING.
Still… Kurt, are you okay?

I had so much fun watching this show! Kurt has a whimsical way of telling his stories and a presence that really connects and engages the audience. I really loved his physical comedy, from facial expressions to body movements, that made me feel like I was watching a cartoon character in human flesh. If you like processing heavy things through silliness, you should come see “I’m Mad As Hell”.

i may be in the minority, but how did this act get into the festival? had it been billed as a guy walking around his living room trying to come up with ideas (mostly lame) for a show, it would have had a chance succeeding. but this hodgepodge of rambling what, stuff, often trailing off into mumbling inaudi- bility, physical “jokes” that weren’t funny — ok, i’ll do a handstand now, then i’ll try hitting a ping-pong ball against the wall (which he had no control over) — i mean, what’s your point. the finale, after an excruciating hour, was a song from his heart we are told, was beyond tasteless and shockingly juvenile, like a 10-year-old who just discovered the work ‘fuck, but this was a middle-aged adult. and there is was, just sitting there, blasting in our faces without any context that might have made it at least amusing. i’ll give this guy one thing, he’s got a lot of nerve put this mish-mash in front of an PAYING audience. he needs a director, an a vocal coach (and a writer).