Joe Piscopo may not have left much of a mark on comedy but he did achieve something that cannot be superseded by any other comic; his impression of Jerry Lewis. His Jerry is the Jerry at the late stage of his career–the smarmy telethon host in his tux with shoe-polished hair (toupee I’ve always assumed) and oversized glasses. Piscopo nails the self-importance inherent in Jerry’s attenuated delivery of meaningless information, as if he were delivering world news to a nation in suspense. Jerry himself comes out halfway through and ruins everything by preventing Piscopo from doing some shtick with a cigarette (Jerry had once been a heavy smoker before he had a massive heart attack). With supreme self-importance, Jerry takes the cigarette out of Piscopo’s hand, telling him that some jokes simply aren’t funny. Just when the whole thing is about to go south, though, Eddie Murphy shows up and saves the day with a very impressive ‘young Jerry’ impression. The impromptu dance that ends the routine is delightful. Jerry is saved by the two younger comedians good humored affection for him (or at least his persona). And as always with Jerry, no matter how hard you try to accept him flaws and all, you come away disliking him with refreshed vigor.