Happy birthday to the king of sleaze and the jewel of Baltimore. Technically, the celebration of when everyone’s favorite purveyor of moral turpitude and hysterical truths leapt – fully formed and pencil-mustache perfectly trimmed – into this world is on April 22, 1946, but that’s too much celebration to cram into just one day. So he’s calling this jaunt to the Paramount the filthiest birthday ever as he regales and assails the audience with tales of his years in the cinematic trenches, transgressive truths that will upset everyone, and raunchy anecdotes about just being him. And just remember: You can’t say “obscenity” without “oh!” – Richard Whittaker
