If we remember correctly, Ed began his foray into Pro-Am as a one-man show with stationary cameras. He graduated to using friends and fellow performers for videographers. Their camerawork was lousy; but at least it offered him the opportunity to be a little more spontaneous in bed. For whatever reason, he returned to the former method, and the one-man show quickly devolved into a one-trick pony act.
Ed would be absolutely correct in reprimanding us that all this is beside the fucking point; he knows what his fans want (and bank statements back him up). Who could argue with that logic? Not us. But neither can we state that his cookie-cutter material is even remotely interesting to anyone save his devoted followers.
Same angles, same positions, same condom-dumped-onto-boobs routine, and of course, the same ramblin' preambles. The only things that change are the cute ethnic girls in his crosshairs.
Retailing: Ed's loyal legion.