1992 USA Denis Leary: No Cure for Cancer | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Summary: Politics aside, if you ever had wood paneling at home or slid across the bench seat of a station wagon, his riff on growing-up in a working-class family hits home. At his brutal best, Leary froths at the mouth as he paces the stage, getting more and more worked-up about the daily inanities we all suffer daily. |