A Review of Kattpacalypse

I know I said I was on break, but last night I watched Katt Williams’s new stand up special and feel I need to say a few words about it. I bought the show because I needed a break from writing that I could share with my wife. I use to love Katt’s unique brand of humor, not to mention how dirty he could be while maintaining an intelligent show. If you don’t like Katt, or never plan on watching his latest stand-up performance, don’t bother reading this review. I know he’s not everyone’s cup-o-tea, as it were.

I cannot imagine I’ve ever seen a train wreck as tragically bad as Kattpacalypse, either literally or figuratively. Katt Williams was once a comedic god who used scathingly funny observations to make society and politics understandable to ones that may not get the jokes dropped by Jon Stewart or Lewis Black. He was an every-man’s comic, loved by intelligent people and the uninformed alike. But this… my, how the mighty have fallen. It would be easy to say that Katt just lost his way, that he forgot how to entertain, how to tell a joke, but to see the Whitney Houston-type sweat pouring off him, to hear him ramble and rave like a madman (yes the term is cliché, but here, it’s apt) is upsetting. I did laugh, but I could count those moments when I did on one hand. His views are confusing and stretched, the act full of end of the world scenarios and eschewed viewpoints such as, but not limited to: Homosexuality is all right, as long as you’re a woman; NASA is leading a secret mission to a “Super-Earth” where there will be no black people because white people are going to sneak away on rocket ships; Atheists are “retarded” and 2012 will be the year all this goes down. Not to mention, his vulgar, curse laden delivery (I actually enjoy blue humor more than any other brand) intertwined with religious rhetoric and propaganda. If he truly is a Christian I cannot believe how a sane person can be that abrasive and filthy of mouth while believing God won’t have a problem with it. Katt goes on to speak poorly of Conrad Murray, while in Katt’s last show, Katt confessed he’d like to see Michael Jackson “dealt with” because he believed the performer a pedophile. These are just a few of Katt’s many double statements and lunatic ravings. One of our greatest comedic minds is suffering, whether it be drug or stress induced, I don’t know, but you can just look at Katt, how he’s aged in the face, and see something has gone horribly wrong in only three short years. Add in all the news of Katt walking out of shows and his impromptu stripteases followed by push-up sessions, and it makes you wonder how much longer Katt Williams will be among the living. I feel like I just watched a cry for help, not a comedy show.