Martin Lawrence Live: Runteldat
A class act. Whatever had been poisoning Martin Lawrence (you could see it in those eyes) has been mostly purged--even his raunchiest material now throbs with good vibes. A detester of the press, Lawrence wants to tell his own story (who doesn't?) so that his audience can, like the title says, "run tell that." Filmed in January at Washington's Constitution Hall, Runteldat's centerpiece is Lawrence's version of the tabloid-filling misadventures that came to compose his public image (a crazed run through Ventura Boulevard traffic, a three-day coma, etc.). While a psychiatrist or family member might tire of Lawrence's "shit happens" philosophy, his account is mercifully free of excuse-making and it's very, very funny. Bookending this apologia are the comedian's Pryoresque observations on the way folks are. Lawrence does lovely work with voices and faces, which help nail a bit about a prenuptial genitalia inspection and transform an extended sketch about a sparring old couple into a tour de force. Lawrence doesn't make his job look easy--it's not--and the audience captured on film shows how happy they are that he's doing so well.