Paul F. Tompkins: Crying and Driving

Paul F. Tompkins used to do bits. He was very good at it. They were fun and inventive and he would improvise a bit during the set and, with his sharp mind, it would be a delight. Tompkins doesn’t do bits, anymore. He has fully merged into being a storyteller comedian. It has been taken to another level with his latest special, Crying and Driving. There’s no microphone in his hand. The stage is almost entirely sparse. It’s just Tompkins and his fancy suit and his dapper mustache and a few stories about his life as a middle-aged man.
They aren’t even particularly eventful stories from a notably exciting life. He got married, and he learned to drive. Not exactly the stuff they make epic movies out of. Good thing Tompkins is one of the funniest people working today, because he can make it all work for him. Oh, also he has a crazy story about a doctor and an amputated child’s foot, which is, admittedly, not run-of-the-mill fare.
Tompkins is able to pepper his running monologue with funny turns of phrase, which he is a master of, and amusing line deliveries. His physicality, while subtle, adds to many jokes. Tompkins is not in need of zany material to propel his stand-up special. All he needed, apparently, was a few notable life events to set the groundwork for his aptitude with the spoken word. It wouldn’t be completely apt to say he is a better comedian than he was in the days of Freak Wharf. That was a wonderful comedy album. He’s just different. He followed in the footsteps of many a stand-up comedian who, as they got older, decided telling “jokes” was less interested than telling funny stories. He’s made the transition fairly smoothly.