Brent Morin

Brent Morin gets worked up. He builds a bit by letting a minor romantic or social slight slowly drive him crazy in front of you. He talks fast, his voice climbing an octave when he mimics his own internal panic. He is the guy at the party trying to explain why he isn’t crazy while sounding entirely unhinged.

He is a mainstay of the Los Angeles scene. He logged solid network television hours as a multi-cam sitcom lead, but he operates as a quintessential working comic. He plays the major LA rooms, hits the road, and drops into the podcast circuit to mess around with peers like Rick Glassman and Adam Ray.

His best material pulls directly from his own dating disasters. He doesn’t just describe a breakup. He acts out the pathetic lengths he went to while trying to save face, dropping into frantic voices to recreate the conversations. He works the stage hard, pacing out his frustration or throwing himself into a full-body reenactment of a humiliating moment. He leaves social commentary to other people. He is much more interested in dissecting his inability to act like a normal, functioning adult.

Raised in Connecticut, Morin originally went to film school and worked as a production assistant for Conan O’Brien before shifting entirely to comedy.