Upon seeing former family-hour anchor Saget act like he has Tourette's and ADHD simultaneously, some reviewers here -- it appears -- couldn't stop laughing.
Many more people, it seems, couldn't start.
I was somewhere in between: I started watching about halfway through, and for ten minutes or more, never once felt the urge to laugh. I outgrew scatalogical humor decades ago (or thought I had). In short, I was in the zero-to-one-stars camp. Under normal circumstances, I probably would have changed the channel or shut the thing off, but I had nothing better to do and wanted to see how bad it would get. But here's the thing: Saget's wit flies by at about a mile a minute, usually buried in what appears to be stream of (very raunchy) consciousness; the jokes are dropped in so slyly through sleight-of-mouth that they're practically subliminal. Moreover, most of these "wait -- what did he just say?"-type jokes build on previous ones, which is why it took me about ten minutes to start catching up on them. Once I did, I found quite a few of them pretty funny -- and several of his jabs during the last half of my show had me laughing so hard I ended up wheezing.
All of this means it's very tough to figure out whether to recommend his routine to anyone. I think much of his profane material will only appeal to the potty-mouth, not-too-cerebral crowd, and turn off those who appreciate fine wit. But at the same time, I wonder whether his cleverest jokes are likely to be missed entirely by the belch-and-gas crowd. Put another way, I suspect the appropriate audience for Saget is very, very, very small: You have to simultaneously love subtle wit and the most profane, carnal, guttermouth, unredeemably bad jokes in the world -- and be happy, mostly, with the latter. That's a pretty small demographic, and I'm frankly not sure I fall within it.
One last note: I would politely disagree with those who suggest Saget is just trying to play against his good-boy image. Based on my read of the man, I would bet otherwise: He's not overcompensating, folks -- just out of the closet.