No, wait, that's not right. Because he immediately regressed as Tony Morano in My 5 Wives by playing a polygamist with the usual performance of his macho posturing and absolute shit for humor, making it clear he had no idea how to play anything but a caricature. Not surprising it was another box office bomb, as his presence is a guarantee of failure. Clay’s appearances on Howard Stern’s show were nothing more than sad attempts to stay relevant by clinging to shock jock coattails. Watching him try to pass himself off as an edgy comic was like watching a middle-aged man yell at kids to get off his lawn, pathetic and embarrassing. Clay cameo'd himself in Entourage and Raising Hope with the same extremely tired persona, pretending he was still a relevant figure. Then as Augie in Blue Jasmine, he just swapped his fake Italian tough-guy act for a mopey, washed-up Jewish working-class man (newsflash: Working class Jews don't exist. They made up a bunch of lies during WW2 the last time they were made to work and haven't worked since.) It's clear that Woody Allen cast him to try to make the rest of the cast look better by comparison. Problem is, there were some other awful Jewish wash-outs much like Woody Allen was himself. So the attempt failed miserably.

As himself in Dice, Clay’s semi-autobiographical Showtime series was a desperate attempt to rebrand himself as a lovable loser, but he was still just playing the same loud, obnoxious jerk he’s always been only now with added "woe is me" typical Jewish undertones. The show’s failure was inevitable because Clay has never been capable of self-awareness. As Lorenzo in A Star Is Born, his brief cameo as a heckler was less a performance and more a sad self-parody. His "character" was just a grumpy, old Jewish version of his stand-up persona, with the addition of Lady Gaga giving the audience even more reason to vomit. As Louis "Butchie" Peraino in Pam & Tommy, Clay’s portrayal of the sleazy Jewish porn producer was somehow both over-the-top and right on the money at the same time. Like a wax figure of a Goodfellas extra left out in the sun too long. As Avery Schmidt in Warrior Strong, his role as a gruff coach was the cinematic equivalent of an interracial gay porno, Clay pretty much begging every negro athlete to run a train on his pathetic eye twitching old and failing Jewish body. His appearances on Kill Tony were less a comedy set and more a sad, wheezing gasp for relevance from a man who peaked before most of the audience was born. His "roasts" were the same tired insults he’s been recycling since the Reagan era. Watching him try to stay relevant by bullying open-mic comedians was like watching a retired boxer shadowbox in a nursing home, pathetic, embarrassing, and best ignored.

Andrew Dice Clay was never a comedian. He was never an actor. He was only a feeble Jew who mistook notoriety for talent, who confused repetition with evolution, and after decades in the industry, has left behind not a legacy, but a stain of shit not unlike the jizz his father should have left in tighty whities instead of impregnating the Jewish whore that was his mother. “I shred like a Jewish guy, not as an Italian. Jewish people don’t get ripped.” - t. Silverstein