It seemed the stage was an unnatural situation for Jack to be in. The show opens with cabaret dances and Jack announcing that it's "show business". Indeed, it is show business and it's a tough gig. As Jack shouts out his punch lines, cutting through the awkwardness of his stage presence as he quickly transitions onto the next joke. His irony, wit, epiphanies, etc. were juvenile and lacking. I like Jack, 'Travel with my Father' was entertaining though at times Jack's behaviour was cringe worthy. Bottom line, Jack is not a good story teller.

This was actually a very funny show. Excellent materia, well performed. Maybe the best one hour of stand up comedy on tv. Amazing

As a big fan of comedy (my favorites Ricky Gervais and Louis Ck.) I didn't find this funny at all and stopped watching 30 minutes in. There's something about Jack that I find really annoying and I don't find him genuine in his stories.

I've always appreciated it when comics have chosen to open up their soul and put pieces of themselves into their acts; it makes the entire experience feel more genuine and relatable. This performance felt like the most fabricated, overly manicured drek I've ever seen. 90% of his act is watching him wiggle his hips and bat his eyes like the most effeminite little schoolgirl imaginable. I don't buy for a second that, 'This embarrassing thing totally just randomly happened during my heavily improvised Netflix special.' Your audience isn't stupid. We understand that comics memorize/rehearse, that many utilize plants/fluffers during recordings. It's like you looked at all the comedians doing well by getting personal in their bits and decided to manufacture a "hilarious autobiography" for the illiterate masses. Instead of connecting with you as a person, I felt like my intelligence was insulted. It's so carefully inoffensive that it offends, so over- processed that it feels wooden and empty. This belongs on a mediocre sitcom, not an arena. You had so many opportunities to craft good jokes and ever so daintly even touched upon them, but in trying to turn it in to a preschooler's storytime, you eroded any substance therein. 'Oh no, something almost kind of mildly offensive in 2017, SHOCKING! Oh my, this man acting as stereotypically homosexual as possible is in fact straight, HILARIOUS!"Only it's not at all. Plenty of people weave similar material into witty and entertaining routines because they are legitimately poking fun at themselves. There's no real introspection or honesty here, just cold-hearted statistical analysis. Maybe it's just not my sense of humor, after all there has never been anything funny about a man in woman's clothing in my opinion, and that kind of joke has been a consistent staple in British comedies. To me it's just like a girl in a tuxedo; it just is. But I feel more like someone dictated their boring one-man-show to me in monotone and told me it was a supremely honest comedy act rather than the other way around. A zero out of ten through and through.