The subtitle says it all. We follow the botoxed comedienne around for a year as she compulsively goes from gig to gig in a frantic search for...well, we're really not sure. Money, recognition, acclaim, acceptance, laughs... She seems to have a giant hole in her heart and nothing she can find or achieve will fill it.
She came out of the time when a woman saying fuck on stage was a scream and she's pretty much stayed there. Coarse scatological humor...sometimes pretty funny...relies mainly on shock and it's really not all that shocking anymore.
Her life seems to have been a mixed bag...husband committed suicide...and her principle response has been to press on doing what she does.
A living embodiment of What Makes Joanie Run...
I found her repulsive at first...warmed some by the end but I'm really glad she's not a part of my life.
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