I love this show. It might be the best show on television since England’s Good Neighbours filmed their last show before the Queen, but I admit to weird tastes.
The premise is simple: Jerry Seinfeld drives around town and phones another comedian to invite them to coffee. Of course, he knows who he will call and has selected a particular car to match their particular personality. If he were to call me, I would expect nothing less than a 1973 Porsche 911 RSR or a BMW Bavaria 2002, or, more humbly, a Saab 900.
Like any show of this sort, some guests are better than others. What I don’t like is when the guest pushes hard to be funny, like it’s expected. If I want to set the car again, I’ll keep watching, otherwise, I’m done at that point. What I like is when Seinfeld and guest get into the philosophy of comedy. And life. I’ve learned watching that maybe the two aren’t that far apart.
- I love Seinfeld, especially the older Jerry, off his sitcom, and free now to devote himself to more philosophic pursuits and Porsches.
- I love the same cars that Seinfeld loves. I love that he is a Porsche fanatic, too, and owns – I mean, like it’s in his warehouse – the first 911 made in production. There’s a picture of it there at the top of the post.
- Besides Seinfeld and Porsches, what I really like about the show is that every episode expands my scope. Every one of these comedians has worked their butt off to get where they are. Maybe any celebrity does? Before the show, I would have bet a paycheck that really funny people are born that way and rest on the couch telling jokes for money until they’re discovered. But, to a one, they tell stories that should make your head spin about what they put into their work. In one episode, Seinfeld takes out Trevor Noah, host of the Daily Show, and they talk about work over coffee. What else? They head out in a white Ferrari and Seinfeld shakes his head when Noah describes a normal working day to him. It’s about an eighteen-hour day. Now, this guy’s not framing houses for eighteen hours a day, I get that. But, he is actively working on his craft every single day for as much time as you or I are driving to and from work, doing our work, having dinner, and watching three reruns of Dancing With The Stars before bed. And we complain about how hard we have it. Even Jerry is taken back, and in between sips of what appears to be a tarry black oil, he nods his head, “I think you’ll be alright,” he says.
For what it’s worth, I haven’t seen all the episodes but have really enjoyed those with Kristen Wigg and Alec Baldwin. I might have opinions about each comedian before each episode but always like them more after the show. Somehow, Seinfeld pulls the humanity out of them.
If, perchance, JUST SO YOU KNOW, on a dark and stormy night when he has nothing to do but search the web for articles about him, and he comes across this recommendation, I will just about give my right arm to fondle that 1963 Porsche with Jerry there, telling me the gory details about its restoration.
So, check it out. Like the cheap SOB that I am, I watch episodes for free on Netflix. I’m guessing they can be had about anywhere.
For a little more weirdness about cars, read this post about my Saab.
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