Food Is Not Fatal

James Gregory spends the opening stretch of the set mounted against a stool, taking aim at the modern terror of carbohydrates and preaching the virtues of real butter. He points out that an older generation never counted calories; they ate lard biscuits, survived, and developed the kind of heavy lifting strength required to carry a casket without dropping it. Filmed for Dry Bar Comedy at their club in Provo, Utah, the 41-minute set catches the veteran Georgia comic in his mid-seventies, leaning into front-porch skepticism. Dealing with vertigo, Gregory keeps his physical movement minimal, letting slow pacing and a relaxed Southern drawl carry routines about grocery stores with mysteriously shrinking chicken legs, local weather forecasts hyping routine summer heat, and the constant invention of new medical conditions.