Film Review: ‘Gilbert’

The voice! That high-pitched, kvetchy, caterwauling rasp — the sound of an angry Jewish uncle from 1940 shouting in your face. The sour squint of disapproval. The teeth so bulgy they look like dentures that want to bite you. And the jokes! Vulgar (and cheap) enough that they’d seem right at home on a second-tier Catskills nightclub stage. In the 1980s, Gilbert Gottfried became one of the first walking-pieces…
Variety

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