Jan Zubkov in "Black Standup" collects all available anxieties: there are parental dramas, army bikes, and agonizing squabbles with personal life, where even intimacy turns into bureaucracy. In a world where religion easily neighbors sex toys, you're just trying not to go crazy.
The tired generation at his concert finds a half-funny, half-cynical way to survive the absurd. The best outcome you can hope for is to laugh at something that makes you want to cry.
